Mac Miller - Cut The Check Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]I'm a mother*****ing fool, cut the checkI'm a working mother*****er need a deskI don't got a heart I don't even need a chestI'm a mess, they be saying they up next that's a stretchHold your breath let me bow to the crowd shit I'm blessedWell I must be, *****es want to ***** me bump uglies on front streetThe cards on the table gin rummyHave a blast have a ball have a mother*****ing great timeBeast I'm a dog got a squad full of K-9sI'm a mother*****ing fool, cut the checkI'mma get it 'til there ain't shit left to getNo stress running suicides don't even break a sweatI'm a threat, code red when your line get pressedYou getting *****ed by your contract what the fine print saysTold you once I told you twice, I get the Lamb it's over riceI whip the Lamb it's overpriced, the life is good the hoes are dikesThe type of shit don't happen overnight (God damn)I'm a mother*****ing fool[Hook: Mac Miller]This shit on 100 degrees, hard as ***** ain't in a rushI let the money come to me, I'm a business manI'm way too young to be this richI don't know what to do with all this shitI'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul?How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right nowHow convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right nowHow convenient, screaming money over *****es right nowHow convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now[Verse 2: Chief Keef]How convenient, undefeatedWalked up in Neimans spent the sac then I'm leavingSmoking on reefer OG reekingGot the cops pull me over they gon' want to take the BimmerBut I'mma do the dash beat it like TinaAnd I got my nina boy you better be subpoenaedWalked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin'Someone start a fire cause it's *****ing freezingI'm high off life give me the blunt I'm a roll itI got hot rocks I'ma let you hold itI was posted with the hammer y'all was telling policeNow I wrestle with racks, ***** I'm Mick FoleyShit made me go woo like Rick FlorerI mean Ric Flair ***** boy I've been playerYou a bench warmer boy I've been playingWalked up the stairs look at my shoes like them cleanerBut I should've worn the other ones cause them better[Hook: Mac Miller]This shit on 100 degrees, hard as ***** ain't in a rushI let the money come to me, I'm a business manI'm way too young to be this richI don't know what to do with all this shitI'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul?How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right notHow convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right nowHow convenient, screaming money over *****es right nowHow convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right nowCut the check
