[Intro]
It's a bag involved
It's a bag involved
(Glee, glee)
Glee
Quando Rondo, n***a
Where's my lunch money?
Ayy, they say they ain't heard me in a minute
(They ain't heard me, they ain't heard me, they ain't heard me, they ain't heard me in a minute)
I ain't bust that pussy, I ain't bust that .30 in a minute
Should cash a hundred, just namin' thirty in a minute
(Grrah)

[Chorus]
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Don't ask me if it ain't about a check
On yo' knees, babygirl, I just want the neck
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Don't ask me if it ain't about a check
On yo' knees, babygirl, I just want the neck

[Verse 1]
12AM I'm up and yeah, I'm schemin'
Floatin' 'round the city wit' Domo, could see a demon
I told that girl I love her, I ain't mean it
Kickin' doors, field goals, y'all n***as on defense
Percocets, xannies, molly, plus I be leanin'
Hey, they say that she love to work the penis
Glizzy leave a fuck n***a leakin'
I'ma leave a fuck n***a bleedin'
My youngins, they gon' murk for no reasons
Everything blue like four seasons
Better ask Dexter how I rip the Beretta
I put that n***a on a stretcher, bury him just like treasure, my n***a
Domo grippin' on a MAC, Ron got two .38s
Monte loadin' up the Glock while I'm clutchin' on the K
I ain't worried 'bout a thing, murder on my mind, mane
Married to the street life, I bought my bitch a diamond ring
[Chorus]
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Don't ask me if it ain't about a check
On yo' knees, babygirl, I just want the neck
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Don't ask me if it ain't about a check
On yo' knees, babygirl, I just want the neck

[Verse 2]
Don't fuck around wit' that, fuck around then you get fucked around
Know some youngins on my side of town and they don't fuck around
Yeah, we ain't playin' no games
I gotta keep two Ks like the NBA games
And I can see it all in yo' eyes
He ain't down to ride
He ain't down to slide
Gotta keep two four-fives
So when I up and I lit 'em, livin' from both sides (Grrah)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout money, my n***a, what is he sayin'?
Not a whole lot
Whippin' fours then, fours, low-lows fresh up off the lot
Wake up every morning, get that bag, that what I was taught
(Oh yeah, it's a bag involved)
How you say you a street n***a and never did a crime, homie?
Why the fuck you lyin' in your rhymes, homie?
Can't go nowhere without it, yeah, that iron on me
Can't go nowhere without it, yeah, that nine on me
[Chorus]
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Don't ask me if it ain't about a check
On yo' knees, babygirl, I just want the neck
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Don't ask me if it ain't about a check
On yo' knees, babygirl, I just want the neck

[Outro]
Always money over bitches, n***a
Quando on this road to riches, n***a (Yeah)
And I won't waste my choppa bullets
(Where's my lunch money?)
I'ma kill you solo, fuckin' get you knocked off (Ayy)
It's Quando Rondo, n***a
Money over bitches (Ayy)
Fuck a bitch, I'm tryna run me up a check
I'm tryna run me up a check