Puff Daddy & The Family, French Montana and Zoey Dollaz - Blow A Check
(We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run)What up Puff?
Ayo I had to stop talkin' that money shit
(Yeah, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run)
God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run (and it's not that I'm not humble)
I'm just tryna (ayo)
Run through the money, run (it's that this is my gift of life)
I'm tryna blow a check (gettin' this money) (I'm tryna blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (gettin' this money) (I'm tryna blow a check, check)
Tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) (get that money)
And make them niggas upset (Zoe get that money)
Run through the money, run (go young nigga go)
I'm just tryna run through it
Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it
All my niggas with the shits, even in a fist fight
Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it
Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in a 'Vette
Hit the block, make 'em upset
I ain't done yet
Girl, I'm on a cash route
Mothafuck' love, young nigga tryna cash out
I'm on a money mission, bitch
You lookin' for attention tryna make a nigga kick it
So I can blow your back out
I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryna make some money
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
I gotta feed them hittas, they the ones that come and get you
Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run (run through it, run through it)
I'm tryna blow a check (I'm tryna blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (I'm tryna blow a check, check)
Tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go
If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow
Money makin' Mitch, he was a cash flipper
Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture
I grab the baddest bitches out the group
Let 'em ride, drop the roof
Pop that pussy out the coupe
Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot
I never sleep, that's why I got way more than you got
Vegas Strip, it's a bet, takin' shit on a jet
Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set
Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring
I'm the king, king of talkin' shit
Maybe piss through a check
Got that cash bag when you see him
Money Mitch, three M's (I'm just tryna)
Money Makin' Mitch, Money Makin' Mitch (run through the money, run)
I'm just tryna (I'm just tryna)
Run through the money, run (run through it, run through it)
(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
I'm tryna blow a check (I'm tryna blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (I'm tryna blow a check, check)
Tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch
Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I.
I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes
That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles
Black rose generals when I hit the court
My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four (we here)
At the last supper tryna eat a feast
My last two bitches a hundred mill' a piece
Blow a bag, your body disappear waist down
I dab on them bitches, D. Brown
You know that paper longer than chain smoker
I'm runnin' through the paper like Usain Bolt (skrrt-skrrt)
I'm runnin' through the paper way before the deal (skrrt-skrrt)
Way before Puff gave me all the mills
I'm just tryna (yeah-yeah, come on)
Run through the money, run (what you tryna get?) (Let's go, let's go)
I'm just tryna (what? Get it)
Run through the money, run (run through it, run through it)
I'm tryna blow a check (I'm tryna blow a check, check)
I'm tryna blow a check (I'm tryna blow a check, check)
Tryna pull up in a foreign (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Ayo, Puff
Talk to me
Yo, French (run through the money, run)
Y'all gon' do this for New York right?
New York motherfuckers where we don't play (run through the money, run)
I'ma do this for the 3-0-5
3-0-5 my second home (run through the money, run)
Dizzle mentioned 3-0-5
I see you (run through the money, run)
Don't let nothin' stop you, man
Don't let nothin' stop you
Written by:
Carlos Coleman, Dave Moise, Donny Flores, Elvis Milord, Karim Kharbouch, Samuel David Jimenez, Sean J. Combs
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