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Cut the Check (Feat. Chief Keef)

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Cut the Check (Feat. Chief Keef)

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[Verse 1: Mac Miller]I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the checkI'm a working motherfucker need a desk shitI 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 crowdshit I'm blessedWell I must be, bitches want to fuck mebump uglies on front streetThe cards on the table, gin rummyHave a blast, have a ballhave a motherfucking great timeBeast, I'm a dog, got a squad full of K-9sI'm a motherfucking 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 fucked by your contractwhat the fine print saysTold you once, I told you twiceI get the Lamb it's over riceI whip the Lamb it's overpricedthe life is good the hoes are dikesThe 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 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 bitches 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 overthey 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 fucking 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, bitch I'm Mick FoleyShit made me go woo like Rick FlorerI mean Ric Flair bitch 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 fuck 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 bitches right nowHow convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right nowCut the check
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