Letra de Cut The Check!
Reportin' live from a place you can't be at
Woo (I just wanna feel somethin')
Yo, yo, talk to 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What up, what up
My role models weren't exactly the best people to owe money to
This for of all the vacations I missed 'cause of summer school
My mere presence makes some fakes feel uncomfortable
I don't know how to say this, but your face it look punchable (Sorry)
Imagine my surprise, God called me to love the unlovable
It's wonderful what the Holy Spirit could do (Santo)
In and out of meetings to see a foe say I earned his respect
I said, "Word, cut the check" (Cut the check)
Cut the check or we cuttin' ties
I speak the truth in love, ain't no love in lies
You say you know some movers, but I know some guys
We outside, yeah, we outside, yeah
Yeah, uh, thirty years of rappin', still I'm in my prime without tryin'
Marty send a beat, I lay the truth down
Some of y'all on watch, but you like, "Listen, this my new sound"
Sorry, papi, I'm the O.G., ain't no carbon copy
Me could only happen once in life, and to me Marty hardly
The odds of that were slim, that's why the club is special
A lot of y'all were lost, that's why we came to get you
I told Jesus, "Take the wheel, my whip got lots of leg room"
I could really go forever with it
I know it's not me that does it, I got the Spirit giftin'
My God is able, and I know it too
But it's 3k for a feature, make sure your Franklins blue
Ferny, cut the check, what the heck
The strets don't love you, you gotta protect your neck
Take heed, young buck, don't always try to flex
But if you put in the work, then tell them to cut the check
What's next?
Good question, uh, whatever we wanna do
I can't mess with y'all boys, y'all ain't responsible
Payin' your taxes late, lie with a happy face
Quick to procrastinate, late to congratulate
Askin' dumb questions, just say what you wanna say
Can we collaborate, hoy, look over that-a-way
By the time you turn around, I'm gone, I've run away
Obviously, you haven't used your free will to full potential
Wrote for a couple pop stars, that's confidential
I'm really confused by theology that says I can't work with anybody who is not like me
And y'all cool with your pastor whippin' a six in this economy? (Skrrt)
I just think we got different priorities
Woo (I just wanna feel somethin')
Yo, yo, talk to 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What up, what up
My role models weren't exactly the best people to owe money to
This for of all the vacations I missed 'cause of summer school
My mere presence makes some fakes feel uncomfortable
I don't know how to say this, but your face it look punchable (Sorry)
Imagine my surprise, God called me to love the unlovable
It's wonderful what the Holy Spirit could do (Santo)
In and out of meetings to see a foe say I earned his respect
I said, "Word, cut the check" (Cut the check)
Cut the check or we cuttin' ties
I speak the truth in love, ain't no love in lies
You say you know some movers, but I know some guys
We outside, yeah, we outside, yeah
Yeah, uh, thirty years of rappin', still I'm in my prime without tryin'
Marty send a beat, I lay the truth down
Some of y'all on watch, but you like, "Listen, this my new sound"
Sorry, papi, I'm the O.G., ain't no carbon copy
Me could only happen once in life, and to me Marty hardly
The odds of that were slim, that's why the club is special
A lot of y'all were lost, that's why we came to get you
I told Jesus, "Take the wheel, my whip got lots of leg room"
I could really go forever with it
I know it's not me that does it, I got the Spirit giftin'
My God is able, and I know it too
But it's 3k for a feature, make sure your Franklins blue
Ferny, cut the check, what the heck
The strets don't love you, you gotta protect your neck
Take heed, young buck, don't always try to flex
But if you put in the work, then tell them to cut the check
What's next?
Good question, uh, whatever we wanna do
I can't mess with y'all boys, y'all ain't responsible
Payin' your taxes late, lie with a happy face
Quick to procrastinate, late to congratulate
Askin' dumb questions, just say what you wanna say
Can we collaborate, hoy, look over that-a-way
By the time you turn around, I'm gone, I've run away
Obviously, you haven't used your free will to full potential
Wrote for a couple pop stars, that's confidential
I'm really confused by theology that says I can't work with anybody who is not like me
And y'all cool with your pastor whippin' a six in this economy? (Skrrt)
I just think we got different priorities
