Im a motherfuckin fool , cut the check
Im a workin motherfucker, need a desk, shit
I dont got a heart, I dont even need a chest
Im a mess, they be sayin they up next, thats a stretch
Hold your breath, let me bow to the crowd, shit, Im 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, Im a dog, got a squad full of K-9s
Im a motherfuckin fool, cut the check
Ima get it til there aint shit left to get
No stress, runnin suicides, dont even break a sweat
Im 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; its over rice
I whip the Lamb, its overpriced, the life is good—the hoes are dykes
This type of shit dont happen overnight 
Im a motherfuckin fool
This shit on one hundred degrees, hard as fuck, aint in a rush
I let the money come to me, Im a businessman
Im way too young to be this rich
Dont know what to do with all this shit
Im out of control, Lord, can you save my soul?
How convenient, you aint worried bout shit right now 
How convenient , youre just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient , screamin money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet youre feelin like the shit right now 
How convenient, undefeated
Walked up in Neimans, spent the sac then Im leavin
Smokin on reefer, OG reekin
If the cops pull me over they gon want to take the Bimmer
But Ima 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 its fuckin freezin
Im high off life, give me the blunt, Ima roll it
I got hot rocks, Ima let you hold it
I was posted with the hammer, yall was tellin police
Now I wrestle with the racks, bitch, Im Mick Foley
Shit made me go, Woo, like Rick Florer
I mean Ric Flair, bitch boy, Ive been player
You a bench warmer, boy, Ive been playin
Walked up the stairs, look at my shoes like, Them cleaner
But I shouldve worn the other ones cause them better
This shit on one hundred degrees, hard as fuck, aint in a rush
I let the money come to me, Im a businessman
Im way too young to be this rich
Dont know what to do with all this shit
Im out of control, Lord, can you save my soul?
How convenient, you aint worried bout shit right now 
How convenient , youre just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient , screamin money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet youre feelin like the shit right now
Cut the check