Lyrics Cut the Check - N.A.T.E

Check bitch, cut that check bitch
Uh, yeah

I been working everyday, swear I can't get no rest
And I feel just like a demon on the track I get possessed
And I hear them boys talking but they really ain't a threat, cause
When I'm in my bag, all I hear is cut the check

Aye
Cut the check
Aye
Cut the
Aye!

Cut the check bitch!
Cut the check bitch!
Cut the check bitch!
Cut the check bitch!
All my young ins out here acting reckless!
Like cut the check bitch!
Cut the check bitch!

Got to cut the check, pay me my respect
How you coming? Coming for the neck
She just give me neck
I cant let them breathe, okay fine girl you can take a breath
I got demons in my ear, oh I feel like I'm possessed
The whole world put they hands together, now they gone get blessed
I do the same, I just rub together when I see the check
Cant you see? Money run the world and make a dog go fetch
Acrobatic how the money stretch, got castles from a trench
Visuals with the pen like I'm about to make a sketch
90's mix, back to rocking mesh, your witnessing the best
Break it down to a triplet, cook it now its sizzling
Same way I break the game down until the how glitching then
Fuck the world, Different positioning
I'm direct and I'm forward like I'm on my mission shit
But just like Bobby cause I think that I'm Tom Cruise!
But not impossible ain't nothing I cant do!
And attitude like who the fuck are you?
Call the fire squad I'm hopping in the booth!
911 trying to hop up in the coupe
With your bitch riding passenger and all you hear is zoom, zoom zoom!

I been working everyday, swear I can't get no rest
And I feel just like a demon on the track I get possessed
And I hear them boys talking but they really ain't a threat, cause
When I'm in my bag, all I hear is cut the check

Aye
Cut the check
Aye
Cut the
Aye!

Cut the check bitch!
Cut the check bitch!
Cut the check bitch!
Cut the check bitch!
All my young ins out here acting reckless!
Like cut the check bitch!
Cut the check bitch!

Divide and we conquer, this shit bonkers
Have your bitch with the gang and kick her out tomorrow
Hit 100 on the highway, bible on the dashboard
Drive Toyotas like a crash course, that whip in dash mode
Red shell, heat seeking like its Mario Kart Bros
Benji? nah that's my brother swear to god were related
When you hear his name it's money, that's why it's translated
Going back and forth with him but we never be debating
Check out the link, shine gone make it bling
White on the sink, I ain't talking about the sniff
I'm talking drip, chains swinging make that clink
Money bring hoes that thing ought to be pink
And if it smell like shrimp I throw it to a pimp

I been working everyday, swear I can't get no rest
And I feel just like a demon on the track I get possessed
And I hear them boys talking but they really ain't a threat, cause
When I'm in my bag, all I hear is cut the check

Aye
Cut the check
Aye
Cut the