Broken Hearted Pro - Check

All I want is cash
Diamonds 'round my neck
Blunts with some hash
Haters off my back
I want birds in the bath and groupies that want sex
I'ts time to do the math
Nigga I just want a check
I said run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that check,
Run that, run that check, yeah
I said run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that check,
Run that, run that check, yeah
I said run that check
Sorry if I make it too simple for ya
I'm tryna' get a Ferrari I'm tired of toyota
I want a six figure "Rolly" and 100 "Rollas"
I want 9 figures split between 100 soldiers
I want a huge bankroll full of Millions, Millions, Millions
And a diamond for every hater so they can pay attention
Oh yeah, my niggas got my back
Almost forgot to mention
I got a fire to burn
You can call me Benson
Yep, Regular Show
They got regular hoes
That want regular dough
From their regular flow
But I'ma break it down so that everyone get's the mission
The places you're giving up are the places where I'm persistant
All I want is cash
Diamonds 'round my neck
Blunts with some hash
Haters off my back
I want birds in the bath and groupies that want sex
I'ts time to do the math
Nigga I just want a check
I said run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that check,
Run that, run that check, yeah
I said run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that check,
Run that, run that check, yeah
I said run that check
I've been fucked up
Broker than the brokest
Now my money long
Philly rolls and Royces
I was hearing voices
Feeling too wrong
Had to make some choices
That's a light bill
Got a Ear Drummer with a beat call it Mike Will
Yeah I'm Will to your Jada let the pipe kill
That's night skills
When me and your wife chill
She a light spill
When I'm getting my feels
Can't tell me I'm stupid
You can't tell me I'm broke
You can't tell me I'm a joke
I ain't never been no cupid
I've just been Pro-Fyl the G.O.A.T
It was murder that she wrote
When she go down town she choke
'Cause her throat I'm running through it
Pro!
All I want is cash
Diamonds 'round my neck
Blunts with some hash
Haters off my back
I want birds in the bath and groupies that want sex
I'ts time to do the math
Nigga I just want a check
I said run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that check,
Run that, run that check, yeah
I said run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that, run that check
Run that check,
Run that, run that check, yeah
I said run that check

Written by:
Darrien Woodson

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