Cut the Check

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] I'm a motherfuckin' fool (Yeah), cut the check 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 '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 This type of shit don't happen overnight (God damn) I'm a motherfuckin' fool [Pre-Chorus: Mac Miller] 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? [Chorus: Mac Miller] 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) [Verse 2: Chief Keef] How convenient, undefeated Walked up in Neimans, spent the sac 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 subpoenaed 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 [Pre-Chorus: Mac Miller] 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? [Chorus: Mac Miller] 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 [Outro: Mac Miller] Cut the check