Lyrics Young Buck – Check Up

Turn Up!!! (Gyeah)
It’s BUCK! (Lego)

Racked up
I got bandz on me, ba-bandz on me

Ice all on my neck
I got zeros all on my check
I got bottles all in my section
This Cashville and we flexing (BALL)

I’m still touching that white girl
All of my hoes just like girls
Walking to the club like I might hurl
Mi-Miley Cyrus this is my world
15 hundred for these robbing jeans
45 hundred for this pound of green
2 chainz gave me this pine of lean
Versace shades you know what I seen
I got a gold rolly I ain’t even wore yet
A corvette I ain’t even drove yet
Louis ain’t even in the store yet
I bet you broke niggas didn’t know that
I read up, I ain’t never running out
I’m racked up, I ain’t never serving y’all
Get money, I ain’t never doing without
So tell me why I don’t deserve to ball

I’m just running that check up (check up) x4
Throw me through the bandz like this (like this) x3
I’m just running that check up (check up) x1

I’m still keeping that 40 on me

I’m just running that check up (check up) x4
Throw me through the bandz like this (like this) x3
I’m just running that check up (check up) x1

I got YSL on my belt buckle
Spent bout twelve on my left knuckle
F on my rim and it means fuck ya
Bet it all whatever left of ya
Got White Remy mixed in a pepsi bottle
A college bitch she the next to model
Ball all night imma rest tomorrow
Yo baby momma she the next to swallow
I got bitches I ain’t even know yet
A pound of Kush I ain’t blow yet
Some Xanax bars I ain’t sold yet
Tryna find a house where I can grow at
This Ace of Spade no Moët
Bout to fire this bitch where the dough at
Hey picture me ballin this a kodak
Trynna find a strip club to throw at

I’m just running that check up (check up) x4
Throw me through the bandz like this (like this) x3
I’m just running that check up (check up) x1

I’m just running that check up (check up) x4
Throw me through the bandz like this (like this) x3
I’m just running that check up (check up) x1