Mac Miller
Cut the Check lyrics
- Language
- English
- Level
- Intermediate
- Released
- 2015
- Genre
- Pop
- Length
- 2:51
I'm a motherfuckin' fool, 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
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
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screamin' money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feelin' like the shit right now
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 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
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
How convenient, you're just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screamin' money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feelin' like the shit right now
Cut the check
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Key vocabulary
- i'm
- I amC2
- motherfuckin
- very rude intensifier
- fool
- silly personB2
- workin
- working (informal)
- ain't
- is not; are not
- runnin
- running; informal
- suicides
- acts of self-killingC1
- break
- stop working or break apartA1
- when
- at what timeB1
- pressed
- pushed tightlyB1
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About this song
Mac Miller was an American rapper and singer from Pittsburgh whose genre-spanning hip-hop combined party-starting beginnings with introspective, often jazzy and philosophical songwriting. He first broke through with the mainstream success of Blue Slide Park and later became a self-produced auteur credited under the name Larry Fisherman, known for candid material that culminated in his final album Swimming.