I Check My Bank Lyrics

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 *clap clap (gunfire)*

I'm back *clap clap (gunfire)*

I'm back and I got a bigger gat *click BOOM*

Now the positive rhymes is onnnn

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 lawfirm's rep, I check my bank

Chorus: DJ Punisher and Sir Mix-a-Lot

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"

Checkin my bank

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich"

AhhhI 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

*automatic gunfire* Attitudes get changed

I'm about making these dividends

and every motherfucker ain't my friend Sir Mix-A-Lot - I Check My Bank - http://motolyrics.com/sir-mix-a-lot/i-check-my-bank-lyrics.html

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

Chorus: DJ Punisher

"Cash money, cash-cash.. money"

"Clockin more dollars than Chase Manhattan"

*repeat 2X*

I check my bank *DJ Punisher starts scratch*

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

*Beastie Boys scratch "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! *DJ Punisher starts scratchin*

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!