T.I - Check Run It

This single was released on 04 September 2015.
This song didn't feel like a super hit, but it had the right elements to survive for a few weeks. The production flet good, the verses were interesting and the hooks felt nice. There was something missing from the song, like a sharper and brighter snare, that would have made the rhythm part more interesting.
SongRating: 8.5/10

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Scale: G Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 65
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU

[INTRO] Gm D Gm D
[HOOK]
Gm                      D
In this motherfucker please
            Gm                         D
You know exactly what a motherfucker need
          Gm                       D
I need a bag 'bout a hundred fifty Gs
                Gm                        D
You don't want us to make a motherfucking scene
   Gm
Check, run it, all hundred
  D
Check, run it, all hundred
 Gm
Check, run it, all hundred
 D
Check, run it, all hundred


  Gm
Check, run it
    D
No broke shit in my life
           Gm
Cause I'm scared that shit could rub off on me
         D
I'm superstitious, no lie
Gm
Check, run it
    D
No broke shit in my life
 Gm     D
No broke shit in my life

[VERSE]
Gm
I tell you no lie
   D
I be everywhere you go, guy
      Gm
Over here every hoe who go by
           D
Say that nigga right there be so fly
            Gm
Ay doubling up is all I'm about
                  D
Man one or two million kept all in the house
                Gm
I'm calling them shot
Gm
Get all of them shots
                    D
Hate me till your stomach is all in or not
               Gm
Boy I'm already hot I'm already rich
               D
You better be gone, you lil' bitty bitch
               Gm
You petty as shit, I'm real as it get
               D
My nigga Cap hear me say hit 'em with dick
                        Gm
Keep the fuck out your lingo!
               D
They be still calling it , and calling it swag
Gm
None of them niggas you know
             D
Fucking with me, you know it's all in the bag

[HOOK]
Gm                      D
In this motherfucker please
            Gm                         D
You know exactly what a motherfucker need
          Gm                       D
I need a bag 'bout a hundred fifty Gs
                Gm                        D
You don't want us to make a motherfucking scene
   Gm
Check, run it, all hundred
  D
Check, run it, all hundred
 Gm
Check, run it, all hundred
 D
Check, run it, all hundred


  Gm
Check, run it
    D
No broke shit in my life
           Gm
Cause I'm scared that shit could rub off on me
         D
I'm superstitious, no lie
Gm
Check, run it
    D
No broke shit in my life
 Gm     D
No broke shit in my life

[VERSE]
        Gm
I got a thick cheque coming with the commas all on it
D
Audemar shine like some, don't it
 Gm
Fresh out of fucks giving in to my opponent
  D
Tell him you can keep your baby mama I don't want it
             Gm               D
I'mma go motherfucker man, better watch what you say
                             Gm
I ain't taking shit from no motherfucker man
                              D
Fuck a piece I want the whole motherfucking thing
             Gm
Can you hear me?
Gm
Go tell the promoter hundred racks for an appearance
D
Go play in another city rap before I'm here
       Gm
You a fuck nigga
                         D
I know you ain't one of us, nigga
D                                              Gm
She sucking everybody dick and you all in the club with her
                  D
Like you all in love with her
D
Everybody know what's up with her
Gm
Ayy, run a hatchet like a flat pole
        D
I been getting it since Kermit the Frog was a tadpole

[HOOK]
Gm                      D
In this motherfucker please
            Gm                         D
You know exactly what a motherfucker need
          Gm                       D
I need a bag 'bout a hundred fifty Gs
                Gm                        D
You don't want us to make a motherfucking scene
   Gm
Check, run it, all hundred
  D
Check, run it, all hundred
 Gm
Check, run it, all hundred
 D
Check, run it, all hundred


  Gm
Check, run it
    D
No broke shit in my life
           Gm
Cause I'm scared that shit could rub off on me
         D
I'm superstitious, no lie
Gm
Check, run it
    D
No broke shit in my life
 Gm     D
No broke shit in my life
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