Runnin' thru a check
Fell inlove with money
If I say it's mine
You won't take it from me
Sticking to da mission
These niggas be funny actin
And I don't find shit funny
I be jus' coolin'
My nigga a dog; he a chew you
Have them arranging a funeral
R.I.P. shirts like a mural
If you want dat smoke
We bringin' it to you
On folkz nem dis bitch bout her hoe out
She f*ckin' niggas and bitches off drugs tryna show out
My pack just came back wit a low count
Gotta finesse til I win turn a trick to to a hoe house
I'm grindin' my goal is to get it
I'm in a rush, so I had to bag up at my bitch crib
By any means I'm get it
No weapon formed will prosper against me
My shorty got caught wit dat 40
So he at da crib on da band
I FaceTime my young nigga
He on da porch wit
And he got it again
You know how it go in the streets
You either stand tall or fold
And we in dis shit for the win
Some of these niggas don't know real loyalty is
They just know how to pretend
I got the key to the lock
I got the code to the vault
I'm selling ounces and grams
Plus I'm the medicine man
The streets what I know
Cuz shit, that's all I was taught
I'm runnin'
I'm chasin' dat money
I catch a play
Then I quarterback 2 my mans
I need them hundreds
Check after check after check
So I can go F*ck up some bands
I'm gettin' money, I'm grindin'
I need to go and take me a vacation somewhere and lay up on a island
Me and my niggas fall out ova dumb shit
But if 'bout action, they ridin'
We don't fall out ova bitches
We don't fall out ova money
We got too much of it
These hoes all around cuz we bussin'
I grab a pack then I flip it
Bad yellow bitch, but she ignorant
Gone off them pills now she feelin' herself
Now she can't handle her liquor
My shorties be thirsty
They ready for blood
They ready to go on a mission
These bitches be thirsty
They know I'm da plug
I f*ck now she in feelings
Born in Chiraq
Bitch I'm drilling
Grab me a pack, imma flip it
I'm gone off them pills
Now I'm high den a bitch
My face just lost all of its feelin'
It's SMG gang and you know how we rockin'
I'm sliding 4 all of my niggas
We gon' run up dis money and go straight to the top
Imma f*ck up a check with my niggas
I grab a pack, and I flip it
Bad yellow bitch, but she ignorant
She gone off them pills now she feelin' herself
Now she can't handle her liquor
My shorties be thirsty
They ready for blood
They ready to go on a mission
These bitches be thirsty
They know I'm da plug
I f*ck now she in feelings
Bandup Smg - Factz Lyrics
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Runnin' thru a check
Fell inlove with money
If I say it's mine
You won't take it from me
Sticking to da mission
These niggas be funny actin
And I don't find shit funny
I be jus' coolin'
My nigga a dog; he a chew you
Have them arranging a funeral
R.I.P. shirts like a mural
If you want dat smoke
We bringin' it to you
On folkz nem dis bitch bout her hoe out
She f*ckin' niggas and bitches off drugs tryna show out
My pack just came back wit a low count
Gotta finesse til I win turn a trick to to a hoe house
I'm grindin' my goal is to get it
I'm in a rush, so I had to bag up at my bitch crib
By any means I'm get it
No weapon formed will prosper against me
My shorty got caught wit dat 40
So he at da crib on da band
I FaceTime my young nigga
He on da porch wit
And he got it again
You know how it go in the streets
You either stand tall or fold
And we in dis shit for the win
Some of these niggas don't know real loyalty is
They just know how to pretend
I got the key to the lock
I got the code to the vault
I'm selling ounces and grams
Plus I'm the medicine man
The streets what I know
Cuz shit, that's all I was taught
I'm runnin'
I'm chasin' dat money
I catch a play
Then I quarterback 2 my mans
I need them hundreds
Check after check after check
So I can go F*ck up some bands
I'm gettin' money, I'm grindin'
I need to go and take me a vacation somewhere and lay up on a island
Me and my niggas fall out ova dumb shit
But if 'bout action, they ridin'
We don't fall out ova bitches
We don't fall out ova money
We got too much of it
These hoes all around cuz we bussin'
I grab a pack then I flip it
Bad yellow bitch, but she ignorant
Gone off them pills now she feelin' herself
Now she can't handle her liquor
My shorties be thirsty
They ready for blood
They ready to go on a mission
These bitches be thirsty
They know I'm da plug
I f*ck now she in feelings
Born in Chiraq
Bitch I'm drilling
Grab me a pack, imma flip it
I'm gone off them pills
Now I'm high den a bitch
My face just lost all of its feelin'
It's SMG gang and you know how we rockin'
I'm sliding 4 all of my niggas
We gon' run up dis money and go straight to the top
Imma f*ck up a check with my niggas
I grab a pack, and I flip it
Bad yellow bitch, but she ignorant
She gone off them pills now she feelin' herself
Now she can't handle her liquor
My shorties be thirsty
They ready for blood
They ready to go on a mission
These bitches be thirsty
They know I'm da plug
I f*ck now she in feelings
Fell inlove with money
If I say it's mine
You won't take it from me
Sticking to da mission
These niggas be funny actin
And I don't find shit funny
I be jus' coolin'
My nigga a dog; he a chew you
Have them arranging a funeral
R.I.P. shirts like a mural
If you want dat smoke
We bringin' it to you
On folkz nem dis bitch bout her hoe out
She f*ckin' niggas and bitches off drugs tryna show out
My pack just came back wit a low count
Gotta finesse til I win turn a trick to to a hoe house
I'm grindin' my goal is to get it
I'm in a rush, so I had to bag up at my bitch crib
By any means I'm get it
No weapon formed will prosper against me
My shorty got caught wit dat 40
So he at da crib on da band
I FaceTime my young nigga
He on da porch wit
And he got it again
You know how it go in the streets
You either stand tall or fold
And we in dis shit for the win
Some of these niggas don't know real loyalty is
They just know how to pretend
I got the key to the lock
I got the code to the vault
I'm selling ounces and grams
Plus I'm the medicine man
The streets what I know
Cuz shit, that's all I was taught
I'm runnin'
I'm chasin' dat money
I catch a play
Then I quarterback 2 my mans
I need them hundreds
Check after check after check
So I can go F*ck up some bands
I'm gettin' money, I'm grindin'
I need to go and take me a vacation somewhere and lay up on a island
Me and my niggas fall out ova dumb shit
But if 'bout action, they ridin'
We don't fall out ova bitches
We don't fall out ova money
We got too much of it
These hoes all around cuz we bussin'
I grab a pack then I flip it
Bad yellow bitch, but she ignorant
Gone off them pills now she feelin' herself
Now she can't handle her liquor
My shorties be thirsty
They ready for blood
They ready to go on a mission
These bitches be thirsty
They know I'm da plug
I f*ck now she in feelings
Born in Chiraq
Bitch I'm drilling
Grab me a pack, imma flip it
I'm gone off them pills
Now I'm high den a bitch
My face just lost all of its feelin'
It's SMG gang and you know how we rockin'
I'm sliding 4 all of my niggas
We gon' run up dis money and go straight to the top
Imma f*ck up a check with my niggas
I grab a pack, and I flip it
Bad yellow bitch, but she ignorant
She gone off them pills now she feelin' herself
Now she can't handle her liquor
My shorties be thirsty
They ready for blood
They ready to go on a mission
These bitches be thirsty
They know I'm da plug
I f*ck now she in feelings
Writer: Eric pryor
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