Songtext Cut the check (feat. chief keef) Mac Miller

Cut the check (feat. chief keef)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm a motherfucking fool,
cut the check
I'm a working motherfucker 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 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, t
he life is good the hoes are dikes
The type of shit don't happen overnight (God damn)
I'm a motherfucking fool

[Hook: Mac Miller]
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 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

[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 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 shoulda worn
the other ones cause them better

[Hook: Mac Miller]
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 not
How convenient,
you 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