Cut The Check Lyrics

Cut The Check Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm a motherf**king fool, cut the check
I'm a working motherf**ker need a desk
I don't got a heart I don't even need a chest
I'm a mess, they be saying they up next that's a stretch
Hold your breath let me bow to the crowd sh*t I'm blessed
Well I must be, b**ches want to f**k me bump uglies on front street
The cards on the table gin rummy
Have a blast have a ball have a motherf**king great time
Beast I'm a dog got a squad full of K-9s
I'm a motherf**king fool, cut the check
I'mma get it 'til there ain't sh*t left to get
No stress running suicides don't even break a sweat
I'm a threat, code red when your line get pressed
You getting f**ked by your contract what the fine print says
Told you once I told you twice, I get the Lamb it's over rice
I whip the Lamb it's overpriced, the life is good the hoes are dikes
The type of sh*t don't happen overnight (God damn)
I'm a motherf**king fool
[Hook: Mac Miller]
This sh*t on 100 degrees, hard as f**k ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this sh*t
I'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about sh*t right now
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over b**ches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the sh*t right now
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
How convenient, undefeated
Walked up in Neimans spent the sac then I'm leaving
Smoking on reefer OG reeking
Got the cops pull me over they gon' want to take the Bimmer
But I'mma do the dash beat it like Tina
And I got my nina boy you better be subpoenaed
Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin'
Someone start a fire cause it's f**king freezing
I'm high off life give me the blunt I'm a roll it
I got hot rocks I'ma let you hold it
I was posted with the hammer y'all was telling police
Now I wrestle with racks, b**ch I'm Mick Foley
sh*t made me go woo like Rick Florer
I mean Ric Flair b**ch boy I've been player
You a bench warmer boy I've been playing
Walked up the stairs look at my shoes like them cleaner
But I should've worn the other ones cause them better
[Hook: Mac Miller]
This sh*t on 100 degrees, hard as f**k ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this sh*t
I'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about sh*t right not
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over b**ches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the sh*t right now
Cut the check