Blow A Check Lyrics - Mmm - Puff Daddy

(We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run 

Ayo I had to stop talking that money shit 

God said the meek and the humble shall inheret the earth 

And it's not that I'm not humble 

Ayo, it's that this is my gift of life 

Getting this money, getting this money 

Get that money 

Get that money, go young nigga, go 

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 

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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 

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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