Pica$o - Runnin Up A Check

I supercharged on em (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Power up (Yeah Casso)(Constant Elevation)(Yea yea, Whoo)
Ok, we runnin up a check
Runnin to the check like a athlete
Servin these customers the police after me
Olympic gold medal how i flee the scene
Sha'carri richardson im smokin up all the green
Everybody know that im the next to blow
Stack the money to the ceiling all the way up from the flo
I got rubber band banks but im not young dro
Make him do the shoulder lean when i hit him with this draco
Extend the carbon with a 50 round make him do the fabo
I did this all by myself i didnt even need a label
I told my son to stack his money like he buildin up some legos
And i want all the smoke i dont want no new friends
I been real from beginning ill be real til the end
I dont neva eva give up told my loved ones ima win
Money on my mind constantly thats all i think about
Money in my hand instantly ill neva see a drought
I knew that i would be the trap king aint neva have a doubt
I knew i'll win a championship cuz i ball just like kobe
I can make a smooth assist manu ginobili
Everytime i flex my wrist hoes be all on me
I was servin up some grits dirty money floodin me
She wont tryna fuck last year she on my dick all suddenly
She wont tryna link last year ill pull up in a bumble bee
You wont neva need a flashlight my diamonds find you first
If you ever do some slime shit i'll go get you a hearse
I be speakin in monotone i need 20 for a verse
You gon reach the dial tone if you talkin any less
I swear you just like a ant you aint nothin but a pest
Runnin to the check like a athlete
Servin these customers the police after me
Olympic gold medal how i flee the scene
Sha'carri richardson im smokin up all the green
Everybody know that im the next to blow
Stack the money to the ceiling all the way up from the flo
I got rubber band banks but im not young dro
Make him do the shoulder lean when i hit him with this draco
Extend the carbon with a 50 round make him do the fabo
I did this all by myself i didnt even need a label
I told my son to stack his money like he buildin up some legos
And i want all the smoke i dont want no new friends
I be up all day and night i dont never get no rest
I be playin the game with strategy just like im playing chest
All i gotta do is load it up im aimin for ya chest
And im always in the trenches yea im somewhere on the creste
We hit him up with over 40 shots dont care if you wear a vest
556 bullets they be rippin thru ya flesh
Told him get him up outta here went and made a mess
Say its smellin really loud in here exotic seeping thru my pores
I got all this clientele standin at like all the stores
If you ever try to rob me then ill send ya straight to the morgue
Got my pistol right beside me just incase i gotta fight a war
Im as gutta as it gets im so raw down to the core
Runnin to the check like a athlete
Servin these customers the police after me
Olympic gold medal how i flee the scene
Sha'carri richardson im smokin up all the green
Everybody know that im the next to blow
Stack the money to the ceiling all the way up from the flo
I got rubber band banks but im not young dro
Make him do the shoulder lean when i hit him with this draco
Extend the carbon with a 50 round make him do the fabo
I did this all by myself i didnt even need a label
I told my son to stack his money like he buildin up some legos
And i want all the smoke i dont want no new friends

Written by:
Marvin Westbrook II

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