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Cfresh - Take Flight (feat. H.E.F the Prophet) Lyrics



Cfresh - Take Flight (feat. H.E.F the Prophet) Lyrics




Running up a check Running up a check ah
Running up a check Running up a check ah
Bitches wanna flex they jus gimme neck
Bitches wanna flex I be ballin on my ex
Put me on a feature Im Runnin on that track
Bitches want me back
No they can't get me back
I gotta run up a check
I gotta run up this bag
I know I Never can lack
That's why Im smokin on gas
And I keep spitting these facts
Yea I heard yo tape shit was trash
So wack I had to pass
Ain't no time for that
Like I'm f*ckin skippin class
An yea Ima steady keep it movin never losin never snoozin
Did I snap or did I lose it
But i might as well jus cool it
When start to see this money rain
Everybody quick to change
No I'm never switching lanes
Swear they do it for the fame
I know they can't feel my pain
Me and you are not the same
Heard yo girlfriend say my name
Let the cocain hit her brain
Make that bitch go insane
Now she askin what's my name
I can't hit cuz you a lame
Yuh
She all up on me what's the deal
I'm jus tryna keep it real
Bitch I'm geekin off a pill
I'm jus tryna see a mil
Then I'ma pay my momma bills
Remember trapping in the vill
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
H.E.F
I just ran another check
Off a bean
I can't ever get no rest
I don't flex
I just show them what I rep
Limousine ima make it stretch
Ima keep on working till my pockets straight
I don't understand why everybody fake
F*ck a Jake
They all like to hate
Till lil shawty get a f*cking taste
I ain't got no time to waste
Get the f*ck up out my face
Bad bitches got that coke on they nose
F*ck what you told
Ima get my roll
Bitch you better leave that shit alone
Two blunts ima take it to the dome
Everybody thinking that they flip now
But who can really hold the bitch down
Walking round your town bitch don't trip
You ain't shit homie sit down
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
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Running up a check Running up a check ah
Running up a check Running up a check ah
Bitches wanna flex they jus gimme neck
Bitches wanna flex I be ballin on my ex
Put me on a feature Im Runnin on that track
Bitches want me back
No they can't get me back
I gotta run up a check
I gotta run up this bag
I know I Never can lack
That's why Im smokin on gas
And I keep spitting these facts
Yea I heard yo tape shit was trash
So wack I had to pass
Ain't no time for that
Like I'm f*ckin skippin class
An yea Ima steady keep it movin never losin never snoozin
Did I snap or did I lose it
But i might as well jus cool it
When start to see this money rain
Everybody quick to change
No I'm never switching lanes
Swear they do it for the fame
I know they can't feel my pain
Me and you are not the same
Heard yo girlfriend say my name
Let the cocain hit her brain
Make that bitch go insane
Now she askin what's my name
I can't hit cuz you a lame
Yuh
She all up on me what's the deal
I'm jus tryna keep it real
Bitch I'm geekin off a pill
I'm jus tryna see a mil
Then I'ma pay my momma bills
Remember trapping in the vill
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
H.E.F
I just ran another check
Off a bean
I can't ever get no rest
I don't flex
I just show them what I rep
Limousine ima make it stretch
Ima keep on working till my pockets straight
I don't understand why everybody fake
F*ck a Jake
They all like to hate
Till lil shawty get a f*cking taste
I ain't got no time to waste
Get the f*ck up out my face
Bad bitches got that coke on they nose
F*ck what you told
Ima get my roll
Bitch you better leave that shit alone
Two blunts ima take it to the dome
Everybody thinking that they flip now
But who can really hold the bitch down
Walking round your town bitch don't trip
You ain't shit homie sit down
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
Running up a check running up a check
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Writer: Chris Cobb, Hunter Floyd
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