Milkshake
Need milk baby shake
All I make is cake
Even if I got to bake it
On my hip Big Nina like a tank
Got to run it now we filling up the bases
Got a lot of problems coming with the paper
Only wanted commas but it's coming with some haters
Boy keep playing sending you to meet ya maker
Got some rubber bands fill them up with faces
I walk in the room it get quiet
Ain't saying much cause my money talk enough
She like the pumps but I like it when she ride it
Look at how it's moving shawty booty soft as fuck
Now they watching all my moves
And my son fucked up in the head
Screaming fuck all the feds & he just turned 6
Can't be yo baby bitch Bye Bye Felicia
Me and lil bro getting high high on reefer
She say she love me but I miss my Nina
just turn yo shirt into some tie-dye
Ain't beefing with niggas that can't compare
We ain't competing
Just making sure everyone round me is eating
Can't sit at the table cause ain't no more seats
Still can't believe how I fucked up them Yeezys
And sometimes I feel like she suck it like leeches
I pull up she teething
Need milk baby shake
All I make is cake
Even if I got to bake it
On my hip Big Nina like a tank
Got to run it now we filling up the bases
Got a lot of problems coming with the paper
Only wanted commas but it's coming with some haters
Boy keep playing sending you to meet ya maker
Got some rubber bands fill them up with faces
All I make is cake
Even if I got to bake it
On my hip Big Nina like a tank
Got to run it now we filling up the bases
Got a lot of problems coming with the paper
Only wanted commas but it's coming with some haters
Boy keep playing sending you to meet ya maker
Got some rubber bands fill them up with faces
I walk in the room it get quiet
Ain't saying much cause my money talk enough
She like the pumps but I like it when she ride it
Look at how it's moving shawty booty soft as fuck
Now they watching all my moves
And my son fucked up in the head
Screaming fuck all the feds & he just turned 6
Can't be yo baby bitch Bye Bye Felicia
Me and lil bro getting high high on reefer
She say she love me but I miss my Nina
just turn yo shirt into some tie-dye
Ain't beefing with niggas that can't compare
We ain't competing
Just making sure everyone round me is eating
Can't sit at the table cause ain't no more seats
Still can't believe how I fucked up them Yeezys
And sometimes I feel like she suck it like leeches
I pull up she teething
Need milk baby shake
All I make is cake
Even if I got to bake it
On my hip Big Nina like a tank
Got to run it now we filling up the bases
Got a lot of problems coming with the paper
Only wanted commas but it's coming with some haters
Boy keep playing sending you to meet ya maker
Got some rubber bands fill them up with faces
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Writer(s): Jaquan Price
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