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Mac Miller - Cut The Check (feat. Chief Keef)

Cut The Check
Mac Miller
02:50
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[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I'm a mothafuckin' fool, cut the check,
I'm a workin' mothafucka, need a desk shit,
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, 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 mothafuckin' great time!
Beast, I'm a dog, got a squad full of K-9's,
I'm a mothafuckin' fool, cut the check,
I'ma get it 'til there ain't shit 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' 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 dykes,
The type of shit don't happen overnight, goddamn!
I'm a mothafuckin' fool!

[Chorus: 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 businessman,
I'm way too young to be this rich,
I don't know what to do with all this shit,
I'm outta control, Lord, can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right now,
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now,
How convenient, screamin' money over bitches right now,
How convenient, bet you're feelin' like the shit right now.

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
How convenient, undefeated,
Walked up in Neimans, spent the sac then I'm leavin'.
Smokin' on reefer, OG reekin',
Got 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 fuckin' freezing!
I'm high 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 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 playin'
Walked up the stairs, look at my shoes like, “Them cleaner,
But I shoulda worn the other ones ‘cause them better”.

[Chorus: 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 businessman,
I'm way too young to be this rich,
I don't know what to do with all this shit,
I'm outta control, Lord, can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right now,
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now,
How convenient, screamin' money over bitches right now,
How convenient, bet you're feelin' like the shit right now.
Cut the check.

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