Cut the Check (feat. Chief Keef)

I'm a motherfuckin' fool, cut the check (Yeah)

I'm a workin' motherfucker, 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 motherfuckin' great time

Beast, I'm a dog, got a squad full of K-9s

I'm a motherfuckin' fool, cut the check

I'ma get it till 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 is dykes

This type of shit don't happen overnight (Goddamn)

I'm a motherfuckin' fool

This shit on one hundred 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, 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 'bout shit right now (Yeah)

How convenient, oh yeah, you're just tryna keep it lit right now

How convenient, goddamn, screamin' money over bitches right now

How convenient, bet you're feelin' like the shit right now (Yeah)

How convenient, undefeated

Walked up in Neimans, spent the sack then I'm leavin'

Smokin' on reefer, OG reekin'

If 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 subpoena'd

Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin'

Someone start a fire 'cause it's fuckin' freezin'

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 the 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 should've worn the other ones 'cause them better

This shit on one hundred 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, 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 'bout shit right now (Yeah)

How convenient, oh yeah, you're just tryna keep it lit right now

How convenient, goddamn, screamin' money over bitches right now

How convenient, bet you're feelin' like the shit right now

Cut the check