Cut The Check (feat. Chief Keef)

Mac Miller

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    I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
    I'm a working motherfucker need a desk
    I don't have 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 [?] 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, 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?

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    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
    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
    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

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