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[Verse 1: T.I.]
Clean money, talking limousine money
Got a n*gga hand hurting when he counting
Get a new machine for me (we bout that motherf*cking)
Dirty cash, want a break it, thirty cash
In a new Mercedes Benz burning gas (we bout that motherf*cking)
In god we trust, if you about that, you aight with us
I only got a gat, won't fight, won't run, I'ma put it in your life (we bout that motherf*cking)
Big bank roll, rubber band trap money
That's what I had way before the rap money
Now I got it and he don't n*gga want to act funny
Listen homie (we bout that motherf*cking check)
Even still I'ma die for my respect
You cross that line, let it fly about that
Anybody know me, know that I ain't lying about that
Matter fact (we bout that motherf*cking)
Currency and revenue, all a n*gga ever do is get it then spend it then get it, get it
Whether misdemeanor or regional
To felony to federal
I got to heaven brah I'm telling you, telling you

[Chorus: T.I.]
We bout that motherf*cking check (run it, run it)
You better motherf*cking check
Hustle gang in that motherf*cker chyea
We bout that motherf*cking check (turn it, turn it)
Boy this how we motherf*cking do it
Flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherf*cking check)
[Verse 2: Problem]
I ain't talking nikes brah
My diamonds are enlightening brah
sh*t flashed, think lightning struck
Get you tightened up (we bout that motherf*cking)
Two dub, no screw driver
Diamond lane, no crew liver
Bought another watch, I'm two timing
Both boos shining (we bout that motherf*cking)
Like an employee but I'm bossing on these hoes
Either I'm campaigning on revenue or out flossing on my foes
I do it for the n*ggas that was out on Slauson on the fours
Then made a way to be able to be on Rodeo shop, shopping when it's closed
Brah that's boss talk, Giuseppe's what a boss walk in
This beef ain't no talking, f*ck walking
Action, run up on me see
Green up like a top of a tree
Peanuts no cashew, seeing if I have to
Everyday to get to a check what

[Chorus: T.I.]
We bout that motherf*cking check (run it, run it)
You better motherf*cking check
Hustle gang in that motherf*cker chyea
We bout that motherf*cking check (turn it, turn it)
Boy this how we motherf*cking do it
Flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherf*cking check)
[Verse 3: Young Dro]
Aye hold up, Dro
Tear the whole bed up
b*tch think I went to the crib (?)
ATL mobbing, ATL robbing
And when I hit a lick it be perfect just like a set up
My b*tch got a set
My daughter, she about to turn six got a set
Half a million dollars in cash from serving the gas
That'll show a n*gga b*tch how to act
Racks, all in your head like tylenol
Pockets so big they thought I hit the powerball
Tell your b*tch hoody-hoo like the owl call
We eating over here, south boy

[Verse 4: Trae Tha Truth]
Chyea, and I ain't finna play about it
Any n*gga try to f*ck with it, they better pray about it
All about my business, I recommend that you stay up out it
Yea I'm on the way up out of it
Eight zeroes, everything on reload
You can find me somewhere in the ghetto with a kilo
(?)
Cause all I pay is c notes
There ain't sh*t I won't stash
Got to get cash, on a mission until I'm out of gas
Hundred on the dash, I'ma put a hater on his ass
Treat him like a new beat, I'ma put him on blast
[Chorus: T.I.]
We bout that motherf*cking check (run it, run it)
You better motherf*cking check
Hustle gang in that motherf*cker chyea
We bout that motherf*cking check (turn it, turn it)
Boy this how we motherf*cking do it
Flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherf*cking check)