Blow a Check Lil' Kim

[Intro: Diddy]
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 inherit 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

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz]
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

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
I be making love to the money yeah
Only thing that I come for is money here
Imma put the gun to the money, go dumb
Like I'm reading, how I thumb through the money nigga
You ain't got enough funds for me
This designer pussy make a nigga run through his money (woo!)
Dressed in all Coco, but my purse Versace
Diamonds on my fingers, touching keys like I'm Liberace
Cannons on me, but this ain't a camera on me
I ain't with the bullshit, all my niggas shooting like they Gotti Gotti
Cruise the desert in Bugattis out in Abu Dhabi
Head shots all net, I be playing hockey
White house, white coupe, but ain't a fucking Nazi
I got the Nagasaki, he gon' sip on me like sake
12 o'clock, down the block, on a Kawasaki
We with the shits outside like a Port-a-Potty
We ride in the coupe the roof vacant on Collins
I'm living proof that you do what you want when you popping
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 Dotcom
Blow a check on 'em, flex on 'em, muscle arm