Lyrics Cut Checks Count Blessings - Mxlcxlm Z

Raising the bets, right now I'm taking the steps to securing my blessings
I had to learn (What) that if you're a chasing a check, you ain't never gon' catch it
You got to let that shit flow to you
I had to turn to a conduit
I'm on a mission to go get it
700 million I like the sound of it
Growing, expanding my consciousness
Divine, I'm assuming the providence
Been on my grind for 5011 days
Me and the hustle - synonymous
My niggas prominent, we on some haunted shit
Spec on the beat and its ominous
I'm with the whoadies, we're blowing the pack
This shit look like a smoker's anonymous
(Whoa, whoa)
Move through the water - hydrolysis
I'm like a pause or a break in the sentence, you can find me where the comma is

Cut checks
Count blessings
Count cash
Cut stressing
Soul good
Bank account
Filling up, give me cash, large amounts
I'ma count, that's nobility (Count up)
You must ain't counting up if you ain't feeling me (What we finna do?)
We finna cut checks
Count blessings
Count cash
Cut stressing

Do it now
Make it count
I had faith in me and now my bank account (What it doing?)
Filling up, on a hater
In control of my emotions and my state, you ain't gon' phase me
That's why I'm staying level-headed, numb to drama
Guard my thoughts and block the hate, this on my momma finna

Cut checks
Count blessings
Count cash
Cut stressing
Do it now
Make it count
All or nothing, I ain't bluffing I'm about it
I'ma count, that's nobility (Count up)
You must ain't counting up if you ain't feeling me (What we finna do?)
We finna cut checks
Count blessings
Count cash
Cut stressing

I'm finna take off, better yet off set
All of this nonsense, shit get exhausting
I get her box wet, something like Voss
I'm finna cook, something like Top Chef
Fuck how you feel, I got to get to the mills
Got to pay my momma bills
House in the hills
I got a billion to generate, my nigga I'm getting chills
Thinking of my children, I got to build us a legacy
Not even hear but they're everything
All of my niggas be murdering beats, it's a racket, ain't talking no Agassi

Watch how I run to the bag, I got some money to make
We need to make us a play, need 300k in a safe
I put my hand up to God, don't ever stand in my way
Youngin', I came with a drip, look like I swam in a lake
These niggas Canada dry
My shot is wet, nothing but net
These niggas hate, what you expect?
Praying I fail, but don't wanna bet (On it)
I wouldn't either, I'd say the odds are defending me
That's why I have nothing but positive energy

I'm finna take off, better yet off set
All of this nonsense, shit get exhausting
I get her box wet, something like Voss (Water)
I'm finna cook dawg something like Top Chef
Fuck how you feel, I got to get to the mills
Got to pay my momma bills
House in the hills
I got a billion to give away, my nigga I'm getting chills
Thinking of my children, I got to build us a legacy
Not even hear but they're everything
All of my niggas be murdering beats, it's a racket, ain't talking no Agassi

She like "where you get this?"
"Swag or the fit? It don't come out"
"Boy you a trip"
I need the check, none of your shit
Mind only focused on getting them chips

Smoking on mind eraser
I got to find the patience
I was just tryna get lost
Boarded some kind of spaceship