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Lời bài hát: Cake

Lời đăng bởi: nct.phongdq

Money, money, money, money
Cake
I need the cake nigga The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
You won't have another birthday cake afta that
'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back To get the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake And you mutha ***as lookin' like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate You ain't ridin' in *** 6s
'Cause you spendin' all ya cake on *** bitches
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap wit a back pack I'm in it for the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack
I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a ***, it's goin' down like that
I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
I don't complicate ***, yeah I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
Southside trama drama wit' gallamas I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life
Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though
You ***in' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
The home of the hommies, there's a body every week
Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek
Can't a mutha ***in' breathin' tell me I can't eat
Show me the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake
Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates
Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot
'Round here niggas get found upside down Ova the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake Cake
Money, money, money, money
Cake

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