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
Like us all you want the very best of life A car, a house, a neighborhood that's nice With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around Where public
[Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get
Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga
What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club
[Spoken] Baby . . . [Verse 1:] First of all let me say You can't accuse me of all the things you know that you are guilty of And I see that it is easy
CHORUS: I'm drunk as fuck and as soon as i catch this train we gone twist up anotha one then we gone smoke again (
Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron
I see the way you move your hips the way you shake your ass and you lick your lips like fuck high school she rather go to the club get drunk and get fucked
Shes the brightes Ive ever seen Brightest Ive ever know Shines like 22" crome (shes a missing piece in my life) Like a 24 carrot ring that needs a stone
[INTRO] n tha function mess be stuntin. some of these niggas like messy frontin. till mess come bak wit a Sp sumthin n put led in yer cheast n stomache
Take a little, take a little nip Take a little sip, take a little more Spread icing nice and thick between the layers Ooh, let it drip down the sides,
Cut the cake Give me a little piece, let me lick up the cream Cut the cake I need a little piece, baby, you know what I mean Cut the cake Give me a little
I am the god of fuck I am the god of fuck Virgins sold in quantity Herded by heredity Redneck burnout, Mid-West mind Who said date rape isn't kind?
Another falls in place You wonder if you're only human It's blood, dust and paste We're held together by a single thread Must be a reason for us to justify
Cups and cakes cups and cakes Oh what good things mother makes You've got to take tea won't you take it with me What a gay time it will be Cups and cakes
I'm told my idea of seduction is a bit passe' I hear you like to try it so I'll try it anyway I would try anything I swear I'd try it here and now I might
(Hook) We in Kamal's I'm finna ball on em Magic city, we goin hard on em Strokers, we goin crazy One time for my independent ladies (Chorus) All the lil