Cake
I just want the money I'm not worried bout that other shit
I ain't trippin bout that girl I went and got another bitch
My broda still up in the trap tryin to get off all the bricks
I was fucked up for the longest had to get up off my dick
When I hit the town everybody want to meet up
If it ain't about money then hell nawl we can't link up
You know that I'm greedy I'm a eat I need like two plates
You'll think its my birthday the way I be gettin to the cake
I've been tryin to get it I ain't got no time to play with you
Get up out my way lil nigga you see a real one comin through
I be fly as hell my nigga damn I need a parachute
I been ballin on em like I'm Jordan when he had the flu
We be in the trap we get it gone with the quickness
Like a suit and tie mane I'm all about my business
I might take your hoe I might go buy the bitch some Fendi
Fuck that hoe so good she said she feel it in her kidneys
Sippin on that drank it got my vision kind of blurry
Racing to them racks I gotta get it in a hurry
I just left the gallo now I'm drippin in the latest
I'm not in the sharing mood I roll one and I face it
Tryin to go against me best believe that you are gonna lose
I don't want you baby move around your ass is old news
Pull up on the scene I got em jockin they just stop and stare
If it aint about money mane I don't really care
I just want the money I'm not worried bout that other shit
I ain't trippin bout that girl I went and got another bitch
My broda still up in the trap tryin to get off all the bricks
I was fucked up for the longest had to get up off my dick
When I hit the town everybody want to meet up
If it ain't about money then hell nawl we can't link up
You know that I'm greedy I'm a eat I need like two plates
You'll think its my birthday the way I be gettin to the cake
I be gettin cheese just like queso and some provolone
Feelin like a check Ysl and kush is my cologne
I feel like a model cause I'm laced up in designer gear
Police get behind me Im doin the race I gotta get outta here
I know they some cappers half of these niggas don't be down for real
I know that they sick of me they better go take some NyQuil
All these damn opinions you would think somebody is getting paid
I'm a do my shit regardless don't really care wat no one say
I just want the money I'm not into all that other shit
Throwing salt up on my name damn you on some buster shit
I might fuck your main girl then I drop her off like Pizza Hut
Kill em with success fuck the haters I don't give a fuck
I've been through so much my heart is cold just like January
You can't even trip you know These ppl they be Temporary
Damn They tried to play me but it's cool cuz I know my worth
They not on my level they can't fuck with me at my worst
I just want the money I'm not worried bout that other shit
I ain't trippin bout that girl I went and got another bitch
My broda still up in the trap tryin to get off all the bricks
I was fucked up for the longest had to get up off my dick
When I hit the town everybody want to meet up
If it ain't about money then hell nawl we can't link up
You know that I'm greedy I'm a eat I need like two plates
You'll think its my birthday the way I be gettin to the cake
I ain't trippin bout that girl I went and got another bitch
My broda still up in the trap tryin to get off all the bricks
I was fucked up for the longest had to get up off my dick
When I hit the town everybody want to meet up
If it ain't about money then hell nawl we can't link up
You know that I'm greedy I'm a eat I need like two plates
You'll think its my birthday the way I be gettin to the cake
I've been tryin to get it I ain't got no time to play with you
Get up out my way lil nigga you see a real one comin through
I be fly as hell my nigga damn I need a parachute
I been ballin on em like I'm Jordan when he had the flu
We be in the trap we get it gone with the quickness
Like a suit and tie mane I'm all about my business
I might take your hoe I might go buy the bitch some Fendi
Fuck that hoe so good she said she feel it in her kidneys
Sippin on that drank it got my vision kind of blurry
Racing to them racks I gotta get it in a hurry
I just left the gallo now I'm drippin in the latest
I'm not in the sharing mood I roll one and I face it
Tryin to go against me best believe that you are gonna lose
I don't want you baby move around your ass is old news
Pull up on the scene I got em jockin they just stop and stare
If it aint about money mane I don't really care
I just want the money I'm not worried bout that other shit
I ain't trippin bout that girl I went and got another bitch
My broda still up in the trap tryin to get off all the bricks
I was fucked up for the longest had to get up off my dick
When I hit the town everybody want to meet up
If it ain't about money then hell nawl we can't link up
You know that I'm greedy I'm a eat I need like two plates
You'll think its my birthday the way I be gettin to the cake
I be gettin cheese just like queso and some provolone
Feelin like a check Ysl and kush is my cologne
I feel like a model cause I'm laced up in designer gear
Police get behind me Im doin the race I gotta get outta here
I know they some cappers half of these niggas don't be down for real
I know that they sick of me they better go take some NyQuil
All these damn opinions you would think somebody is getting paid
I'm a do my shit regardless don't really care wat no one say
I just want the money I'm not into all that other shit
Throwing salt up on my name damn you on some buster shit
I might fuck your main girl then I drop her off like Pizza Hut
Kill em with success fuck the haters I don't give a fuck
I've been through so much my heart is cold just like January
You can't even trip you know These ppl they be Temporary
Damn They tried to play me but it's cool cuz I know my worth
They not on my level they can't fuck with me at my worst
I just want the money I'm not worried bout that other shit
I ain't trippin bout that girl I went and got another bitch
My broda still up in the trap tryin to get off all the bricks
I was fucked up for the longest had to get up off my dick
When I hit the town everybody want to meet up
If it ain't about money then hell nawl we can't link up
You know that I'm greedy I'm a eat I need like two plates
You'll think its my birthday the way I be gettin to the cake
Credits
Writer(s): Darian Caston
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