[Intro] Whoa, check the box Yeah, from the shrooms, I just came to fresh some minds So much God damn drugs, got me passin' out I just turned the living room into a castin' couch
[Bridge] God damn, ay, touch down in LA, come to spend the guap Yeah, time been moving slow, bitch, I'm bendin' clocks Dip out of the Rarri, hop off in the Lamb, yeah Started this with grams, caught three hundred grand
[Hook] Run up a check on them boys, run up a check on them boys We too faded to be pouring shit, we the ones making the noise Run up a check on them boys, run up a check on them boys We the ones making the noise, we the ones making the noise
[Verse 1] Damn, touch down in the city, faded I'm high and I done came in peace Why the fuck they intimidated? I'm high and I done tried to give your shit a chance Fuck it though, we hate it, just did a 180 All your shit sounding dated, and that shit is goin' plated My shit goin' gold, crazy Rico, check up on my phone, look, watch me work I got a Benz full of purp, and I'm trapping off the chirp And I'm popping all the Percs, yeah, hey Turned the hotel lobby to the trap spot Started this with nothing, I'm a have-not
[Hook] Run up a check on them boys, run up a check on them boys We too faded to be pouring shit, we the ones making the noise Run up a check on them boys, we not in Honda Accords That thing, we got it off of tours, we tryna be on Forbes Run up a check on them boys, run up a check on them boys We too faded to be pouring shit, we the ones making the noise Run up a check on them boys, we not in Honda Accords We just tryna be on Forbes, tryna do this shit for tours
[Verse 2] OK, balling so damn hard, I don't need practice Bitch, I'm in the kitchen, got the dope, it's doing back flips Most my homies, they not rappers, they just wrappin' plastic And they not driving nowhere but the house got lots of traffic We run a check on them boys, this ain't metal but we rock Second that we hear the dope, it'll lock And we going, never stop, down to work for an earnin' of guap You working for someone, you punching the clock, that shit a bummer I just left a meeting with the label and we the ones doing the numbers You see my videos, yeah, I own the WorldStar And you flex off in the ride, we know that's your girl car Yeah, we heavy here, but we get lifted like the curl bar I'ma do the stage first then I'ma do the world tour, yeah
[Hook] Run up a check on them boys, run up a check on them boys We the ones making the noise, we making all of the noise Run up a check on them boys, got the trap doing back flips Most my homies not rappers, but they wrappin' up the plastic Run up a check on them boys, run up a check Run up a check on them boys, we the ones making the noise Run up a check on them boys, run up a check on them boys We the ones making the noise, we tryna be on top of Forbes