Quavo – I Got a Check (feat. Migos & Rich the Kid) Lyrics

I Got a Check

Quavo (feat. Migos & Rich the Kid)

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"I Got a Check." - Quavo (feat. Migos & Rich the Kid)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:02 am

Album: ATL

Track No: 11

I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Hey, hundred fifty thousand on my neck, homie
Riding around with this Tech on me
I drop a four in the Kool-Aid
My diamonds white like toothpaste
I had to run up a check
Look at my left wrist, wet
Fuckin' yo bitch, break a sweat
I can teach you how to gut it
Got to thank God, put more cars in the garage
Bitch, watch out 'cause I'm a star
They want to see me behind bars
The lawyer cost twenty, I'm beating the charge
Hey, I put water in my rings
Gotta check, my pocket's lean
My model, I fuck her and leave her
Birds sing like the Beatles
Birds sing like the Beatles
Birds sing like the Beatles
Block hot like a fever
The streets on fire like a fever
Ben Frank, I really need you
Count out my check
Hop out and flex
Put a little bitch on a jet, put a little bitch on a jet, yeah
Eighty a show, they selling they soul for snow
They selling they soul for snow
They selling they soul for snow
Yeah, drop top, yeah, big rings, yeah
You bummers, You calfs
You don't know the half
Don't know what we put down
It's RTK and it's The Huncho
We beat up the pot, it's no gumbo
My footwork, Rafs, my footwork, Rafs
You twelve, shaft, you need a new staff
You gave your bitch a pass
She went and bought some ass
She ran off with your cash
She brought your boy the bags
I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, million
Now that I play with them benjamins
Shawty, she talkin' bout she feelin' me
Uh-uh, no, no, I'm from the north, bend-o
Trickle, stendo, sixty-four pounds, Nintendo
I got it, I got it, I got it
Percocet, Miley and Molly
Percocet, Miley and Molly
Come with me, baby, I bought it
Me go game, bitch, ain't no scout in here, chump
Get your little broke ass up outta here
Punk, look at my diamonds, they shine a little
Lumps, my pockets, outta this atmosphere
Diamonds on me shining everywhere
Stuff up a brick up in her underwear
If you buck, I'ma take it there
Gold Rollie, bitch, I'm Richard Flair
Little dog, I'm a bigger bear
Have you been involved with a millionaire?
Young ****, keep the semi here, yeah
Flooded my wrist with bendio, yeah
I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
I got a check
I got a check
I got a check
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex
Ran it up, gotta flex

Writer(s): Quavo, Migos, Rich the Kid.

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