Chief Keef - Cut the Check lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] I'm a motherf**ing fool, cut the check I'm a working motherf**er need a desk sh** 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, sh** I'm blessed Well I must be, b**hes want to f** me, bump uglies on front street The cards on the table, gin rummy Have a blast, have a ball, have a motherf**ing great time Beast, I'm a dog, got a squad full of K-9s I'm a motherf**ing fool, cut the check I'mma get it 'til there ain't sh** 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 f**ed 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 sh** don't happen overnight (God damn) I'm a motherf**ing fool [Hook: Mac Miller] This sh** on 100 degrees, hard as f** 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 sh** I'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul? How convenient, you ain't worried about sh** right now How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now How convenient, screaming money over b**hes right now How convenient, bet you're feeling like the sh** 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 f**ing 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, b**h I'm Mick Foley sh** made me go woo like Rick Florer I mean Ric Flair b**h 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 [Hook: Mac Miller] This sh** on 100 degrees, hard as f** 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 sh** I'm out of control, Lord can you save my soul? How convenient, you ain't worried about sh** right now How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now How convenient, screaming money over b**hes right now How convenient, bet you're feeling like the sh** right now Cut the check