Letra da Música Blow a Check de Lil' Kim

I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run

I be making love to the money
Only thing that I come for is money
Imma put the gun to the money
Go dumb like [?] how I thumb through the money
You ain't got enough funds for me
This designer pussy nigga
Nigga run through his money
Dressed in all Coco but my purse Versace
Diamonds on my finger
Touching keys like I'm Liberace
Canons on me but this ain't a camera on me
I ain't with the bullshit
All my niggas shooting like they Gotti Gotti
Cruiser Deserts in Bugattis out in [?]
Head shots all neck, I be playing Hockey
White house, white coupe, but I ain't a fucking Nazi
I got the [?] , he gone say throw me [?]
12 o'clock gun block on the [?]
We with the shits outside like a Porta Potty
We ride in the coupe the roof vacant on Collins
I'm living proof that you do what you want
when you pooping
But you all in my comments
while I'm changing the climate
Ain't no change in this wallet
Ain't no flaws in these diamonds
I just ran through the money, Kim. com
Blow a check on em, flex on em, hustle hard

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 the 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
Mo'fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out
I'm on a money mission, bitch
You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it
So I can blow your back out
I ain't with the bullshit, I'm tryng to make some money
My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry
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
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
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, yo, he 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, take this 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 talking shit
Maybe piss through a check
Got that cash bag when you see him
Money Mitch, hashtag, three M's
Nigga, money makin' Mitch

I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Run through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
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
At the last supper tryna eat a fiest
My last two bitches 100 mill a piece
Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down
I dab all them bitches; D. Brown
You know that paper longer than chain smokin'
I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt
I'm running through the paper way before the deal
Way before puff gave me all the mills

I'm just tryna
Tun through the money, run
I'm just tryna
Tun through the money, run
I'm tryna blow a check
I'm tryna blow a check
Tryna pull up in a foreign
And make them niggas upset
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run
Run through the money, run