Cut the Check

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
 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
 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