Cut the Check - Mac Miller, Chief Keef

I’m a motherfucking fool, cut the check

I’m a working motherfucker need a desk shit

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, shit I’m blessed

Well I must be, bitches want to fuck me, bump uglies on front street

The cards on the table, gin rummy

Have a blast, have a ball, have a motherfucking great time

Beast, I’m a dog, got a squad full of K-9s

I’m a motherfucking fool, cut the check

I’mma get it 'til there ain’t shit 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 fucked 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 shit don’t happen overnight (God damn)

I’m a motherfucking fool

This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck 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 shit

I’m out of control, Lord can you save my soul?

How convenient, you ain’t worried about shit right now

How convenient, you’re just tryna keep it lit right now

How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now

How convenient, bet you’re feeling like the shit right now

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 fucking 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, bitch I’m Mick Foley

Shit made me go woo like Rick Florer

I mean Ric Flair bitch 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

This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck 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 shit

I’m out of control, Lord can you save my soul?

How convenient, you ain’t worried about shit right now

How convenient, you’re just tryna keep it lit right now

How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now

How convenient, bet you’re feeling like the shit right now

Cut the check