Sir Mix-A-Lot - I Checks My Bank Lyrics

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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 your 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

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 ahh 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

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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

Boom here I am rich checkin' my bank

Cash money cash cash money

Boom here I am rich ahh 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

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 come on 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 bourgeoisie 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 shit

Straight checkin' my bank

Come on 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

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