Sir Mix-a-Lot — I Checks My Bank

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 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 niggas that snatch get slapped Girls wanna roll, that's cool But I'm not to be played that fool Some niggas 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, niggas 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