I Check My Bank Lyrics & Tabs by Sir Mix‐A‐Lot
I Check My Bank
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I'm peelin' off domes with a baseball bat
Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin' up my clip
I can shoot him in the dome or I can get him in the hip
But boom, look at all the niggaz runnin' out the room
Just another soldier, causin' doom
No, I don't bang but I like to wound my enemy
Who is the enemy, I'm glad you asked
Any motherfucker standin' in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack
But remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
And when you're platinum, niggaz start dissin'
Record companies think you're missin'
But I'm back, I'm back
I'm back and I got a bigger gat
Record companies think you're missin'
But I'm back, I'm back
I'm back and I got a bigger gat
Now the positive rhymes is on
And I'm positively hittin' that dome
You might want mine but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the nigga that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio suit
But I'm down for my business
So please don't step
You heard about my law firm's rep
I check my bank
Cash, money, cash, cash, money, boom, here I am, rich
Checkin' my bank
Cash, money, cash, cash, money, boom, here I am, rich
Ah, I checks my bank
Cash, money, cash, cash, money, boom, here I am, rich
Straight checkin' my bank
Cash, money, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, money
In the magazine I look like a dope man
'Cause I'm paid, and I'm suckin' up to no man
And in the rap game I gets no respect
'Cause I'm checkin' more bank than the heat check
Yeah, I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think, I just dissed him
But nah I'm just pumpin' straight facts
You either be a mack or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK's keepin' em tossed
'Cause I duck them deuce deuce treys at point blank range
Attitudes get changed
I'm about making these dividends
And every motherfucker ain't my friend
And I check my back when I count my snaps
And niggaz that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that's cool
But I'm not to be played that fool
Some niggaz think a brother with money is slippin'
But I've be down, so quit trippin'
My goal, to increase the size of this bank
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
To roll, and keep all the shit under my control
That's how I'm livin', I check my bank
Cash, money, cash, cash, money
Clockin' more dollars than Chase Manhattan
Cash, money, cash, cash, money
Clockin' more dollars than Chase Manhattan
I check my bank, c'mon Punish, cash, money
A word to the cops, I can't be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don't drop props
A word to the klan, I don't pick crops
You can run up with your whip
But you'll just run up and get popped
A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoise, fuck all y'all
A word to apartheid you 'bouts to fall
You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
Straight laced game's what I'm poppin' at the new jacks
Mack Daddy niggaz like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes and now I drop dimes
What's the time?
It's time to get paid in the nine-two G
Recession never stopped a nigga like me
I'm breakin' no laws but I'm livin' on edge
Puttin' CEO's to bed
Business, straight yankin' in dead presidents
It's like sellin' dope, but the money ain't bent
The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank
Yup, checkin' my bank, fool, ha ha
Yup, I check my bank, sheeit
Straight checkin' my bank
C'mon Punish
Punish 'em, punish 'em
Show these DJ's what time it is, Punish
Peace out y'all and I'm checkin' my bank
I checks my bank, I checks my bank, straight paid clown
Checkin' my bank, I checks my bank
