Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cut the Check, artist - Mac Miller. Album song GO:OD AM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Cut the Check |
I’m a motherfucking fool, cut the check |
I’m a working motherfucker need a desk shit |
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, 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 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 (God damn) |
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? |
How convenient, you ain’t worried about shit right now |
How convenient, you’re 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 should’ve 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 now |
How convenient, you’re 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 |