Cut the Check Lyrics by Mac Miller
(Feat. Chief Keef)
I’m a motherfuckin’ fool (Yeah), cut the check
I’m a workin’ ***, need a desk, ***
I don’t got a heart, I don’t even need a chest
I’m a mess, they be sayin’ they up next, that’s a stretch
Hold your breath, let me bow to the crowd, ***, I’m blessed
Well I must be, *** want to *** me, bump uglies on front street
The cards on the table, gin rummy
Have a blast, have a ball, have a motherfuckin’ great time
Beast, I’m a dog, got a squad full of K-9s
I’m a motherfuckin’ fool, cut the check
I’ma get it ’til there ain’t *** left to get
No stress, runnin’ suicides, don’t even break a sweat
I’m a threat, code red when your line get pressed
You gettin’ *** 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 dykes
This type of *** don’t happen overnight (God damn)
I’m a motherfuckin’ fool
This *** on one hundred degrees, hard as ***, ain’t in a rush
I let the money come to me, I’m a businessman
I’m way too young to be this rich
Don’t know what to do with all this ***
I’m out of control, Lord, can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain’t worried ’bout *** right now (Yeah)
How convenient (Oh yeah), you’re just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient (Goddamn), screamin’ money over *** right now
How convenient, bet you’re feelin’ like the *** right now (Yeah)
How convenient, undefeated
Walked up in Neimans, spent the sac then I’m leavin’
Smokin’ on reefer, OG reekin’
If the cops pull me over they gon’ want to take the Bimmer
But I’ma 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 ***’ freezin’
I’m *** off life, give me the blunt, I’ma roll it
I got hot rocks, I’ma let you hold it
I was posted with the hammer, y’all was tellin’ police
Now I wrestle with the racks, ***, I’m Mick Foley
*** made me go, “Woo,” like Rick Florer
I mean Ric Flair, *** boy, I’ve been player
You a bench warmer, boy, I’ve been playin’
Walked up the stairs, look at my shoes like, “Them cleaner”
But I should’ve worn the other ones ’cause them better
This *** on one hundred degrees, hard as ***, ain’t in a rush
I let the money come to me, I’m a businessman
I’m way too young to be this rich
Don’t know what to do with all this ***
I’m out of control, Lord, can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain’t worried ’bout *** right now (Yeah)
How convenient (Oh yeah), you’re just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient (Goddamn), screamin’ money over *** right now
How convenient, bet you’re feelin’ like the *** right now
Cut the check