Cut The Check Lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check 

I'm a working motherfucker need a desk 

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 

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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 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 

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Walked up the stairs look at my shoes like them cleaner 

But I shoulda 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 not 

How convenient, you 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