Cakes Da k**a - What's Goodie lyrics

[Hook:] Yup, what's goodie I'm the hottest around, my city I got all the sounds, got plenty You should ask around, my city You should get to work, get busy Do it until it hurt, get busy You should go berserk, get busy Imma make you work, get busy [Verse 1: Cakes Da k**a] Yo, let me talk my sh** From a college dorm to suite in Chile Getting drink tickets in my Mishka hoodie To a Mac sponsor just to up my pretty Fees is changing so I'm high sanity Avoiding f** f**ers who claim they f**ing with me Dick riders trying to match my witty Had to cleanse my palate appetite too picky All this Henny in me got my mood all pissy Foreign labels keep me feeling frisky Steady hating, what's the ishy? I'm the MVP so b**hes cannot bench me Groupies on me when I'm in they city Bet you want this lifestyle cause it sounds so kinky Feeling co*ky, iced out the pinky And if you kiss the don don't leave no hickies Yup [Hook] [Verse 2: Ritchie with a T & Steppa J. Groggs] Yup, what's goodie yo Been the hottest round since a n***a ate Cheerios Parker flipping sh** like his a** Rey Mysterio 619! Ya that use to be the area code Now a n***a been all around like a Mary-go Turn this sh** loud if you hear it on the stereo A n***a about to go Jose Canseco Ya a n***a about to go Jose, sh**'s scary yo Remember when they were like “Oh sh** you on the radio!” Now these n***as like “Oh Groggs? That n***a's very old” We be like, “Chill out n***a hear me out” You just mad there's only 10 likes on your video But there's like 20 n***as standing in your video How that work out? That's a 50/50 ratio You just that bad n***a you might have to let it go And that hairline n***a you might have to let it go [Hook] [Bridge:] What's goodie My city Got plenty My city Get busy Get busy Get busy What's goodie [Verse 3: Ritchie with a T] Yup, what's really good I'm the hottest motherf**er in my neighborhood Even if I came to yours, I probably would Ok maybe not if you live in Hollywood I might pull up, I might skirt off In the Pathfinder with the Birks on Or the 4Runner with the Hares on And your girl still mad I cut my hair off Cause it's Ritchie with a motherf**ing T I got a cla**ic tape, plus a degree Ok not yet, I got another year I'll have another cla**ic plus my Grandma's cheers I ain't trying to be no motherf**ing engineer I'ma get my mom a crib with a rap career And a 6 series make the roof disappear So she can never say “There ain't no f**ing room in here” Yup