[Intro: Meek Mill] We been running through that paper all season Show you n***as how to do that money sh**, ooh! Dat be Maaly Raw [Chorus: Meek Mill] Check check, run it up, run it, run it, run it up Young n***as stayed down with me, now we comin’ up Stacked the whole winter just so we could f** the summer up Come around the corner in some new sh**, ’bout to f** ’em up Check check, f** ’em up, slap that cash, f** it up I flipped me some work, went to my j**eler, tell him bust me up Shawty ’bout to bust it down, she know I don’t bust it up I know she gon’ f** me now, I been puttin’ numbers up [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Check check, numbers up, yeah I’m ’bout to f** it up I’m the type to treat a hundred thousand like a hundred bucks Buy your b**h some Lou’s and brand new bags and now she f** with us Check check, and we don’t really f** with her Whippin’ them V’s, spendin’ them B’s Say I be ballin’, like I’m in the league Sippin’ the dirty, poppin’ the P’s s**er a** n***as be hatin’, that sh** a disease Spinnin’ the corner, buckin’ the quarter f**in’ up order, like we f**in’ the warden Crossin’ the border, to put in my order Man go with the bricks, I make her [?] with the whiff [Chorus: Meek Mill] Check check, run it up, run it, run it, run it up Young n***as stayed down with me, now we comin’ up Stacked the whole winter just so we could f** the summer up Come around the corner in some new sh**, ’bout to f** ’em up Check check, f** ’em up, slap that cash, f** it up I flipped me some work, went to my j**eler, tell him bust me up Shawty ’bout to bust it down, she know I don’t bust it up I know she gon’ f** me now, I been puttin’ numbers up [Verse 2: YBS Skola] Let me get with the Chasers on this sh**, Skola Numbers up, we been puttin’ numbers up The Shiners and the Chasers, n***a ’bout to f** the summer up Summer up, we ’bout to f** the summer up Last year I was only twenty, ask the streets, I had a hundred up Had to get somebody in the fam to put the money up Goonies right behind me cruisin’ slow, they in a Hummer truck ’bout to cop a sixty-three, give these n***as bubble guts Take a forty-one to Joe and tell ’em step my Bezel up I’m ready now, I’m heavy now More than four chickens stashed in the Chevy now Got that Whopper on me, feel like Fetty now Rollin’ with the Shiners, they ain’t gon’ let me down [Chorus: Meek Mill] Check check, run it up, run it, run it, run it up Young n***as stayed down with me, now we comin’ up Stacked the whole winter just so we could f** the summer up Come around the corner in some new sh**, ’bout to f** ’em up Check check, f** ’em up, slap that cash, f** it up I flipped me some work, went to my j**eler, tell him bust me up Shawty ’bout to bust it down, she know I don’t bust it up I know she gon’ f** me now, I been puttin’ numbers up