Check Lyrics - G.d.o.d 2 - T.i.

Even stars (stars, stars...) 

Ignant motherfucker please (please) 

You know exactly what a motherfucker need (need) 

I need a bag 'bout a hundred fifty Gs (G!) 

You don't want us to make a motherfucking scene (hay, turn it, hey) 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it 

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No broke shit in my life 

Cause I'm scared that shit could rub off on me 

I'm superstitious, no lie hey, hey... 

Check, run it 

No broke shit in my life, nah, nah... 

Check, run it 

No broke shit in my life hey... 

Check... 

I tell you no lie 

I be everywhere you go, guy 

Over here every hoe who go by 

Say that nigga right there be so fly 

Aye doubling up is all I'm about 

Man one or two million kept all in the house 

I'm calling them shot 

Get all of them shots 

Hate me till your stomach is all in a knot 

Boy I'm already hot I'm already rich 

You better be gone, you lil' bitty bitch 

You petty as shit, I'm real as it get 

My nigga Cap hear me say hit 'em with dick 

Keep the fuck out your lingo! 

They be still invitin' em and calling it swag 

None of them niggas you know 

Fucking with me, you know it's all in the bag 

Check! 

Ignant motherfucker please (please) 

You know exactly what a motherfucker need (need) 

I need a bag 'bout a hundred fifty Gs (G!) 

You don't want us to make a motherfucking scene (hay, turn it, hey) 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it 

No broke shit in my life 

Cause I'm scared that shit could rub off on me 

I'm superstitious, no lie hey, hey... 

Check, run it 

No broke shit in my life, nah, nah... 

Check, run it 

No broke shit in my life hey... 

I got a big cheque coming with the commas all on it 

Audemar shine like some armour or don't it 

Fresh out of fucks giving in to my opponent 

Tell him you can keep your baby mama I don't want it 

I'm a cold motherfucker man, better watch what you say 

I ain't taking shit from no motherfucker man 

Fuck a piece I want the whole motherfucking thing 

Can you hear me? 

Go tell the promoter hundred racks for an appearance 

Go play in another city rap before I'm here 

You a fuck nigga 

I know you ain't one of us, nigga 

She sucking everybody dick and you all in the club with her 

Like you all in love with her 

Everybody know what's up with her 

Ayy, run a hatchet like a flag pole 

I've been getting it since Kermit the Frog was a tadpole 

Ignant motherfucker please (please) 

You know exactly what a motherfucker need (need) 

I need a bag 'bout a hundred fifty Gs (G!) 

You don't want us to make a motherfucking scene (hay, turn it, hey) 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it, all hundreds 

Check, run it 

No broke shit in my life 

Cause I'm scared that shit could rub off on me 

I'm superstitious, no lie hey, hey... 

Check, run it 

No broke shit in my life, nah, nah... 

Check, run it 

No broke shit in my life hey... 

Check...