Fat Joe - Cupcake lyrics

Hey yo Shyke, we don't give a f** about that recession [Chorus] b**h I'm on the grind movin' 'em cupcakes (cupcakes) Man bust open that duct tape I'm ah show ya how to do a thang wit ah (beam wit ah) Show ya how to run a team wit ah b**h I'm on the grind movin' them cupcakes (cupcakes) Man bust open that duct tape n***a let me show you how to work that (work that) Drop it in the water watch it double back I got that white b**h (white b**h) color it you raise The best in the kitchen have you n***as scrappin' plates Got that hard sh** the soft sh** anyway you want it Got that Mac if they talk sh** don't nobody want it With the G to the O to the D of the ghetto yeah we stays on that rock sh** Packing heavy metal Got the beast (beast) I ain't talking 'bout no treble I am a menace to society a mothaf**in' rebel Yeah she's askin' for the scissors but I hit it from the back Yeah she cost me hugs and kisses but you could just call me crack Got them dulies wit me n***as and them flags is off black Couple cuffies in the duffies and we headed for the track (b**h!) [Chorus] Spoken a new rocks in the kitchen workin' two pots Tell 'em supper's ready time to feed the block Got 'em cupcakes movin' like clockwork West sittin' on 67 1 vert Grippin' grain ridin' wit 'em cupcakes Young green a** n***as don't touch weight 750 ya cup that's what it's goin' fo' White girl on deck do you know it brah? And I can introduce you to a brotha too And he'd have you ridin' in that purple coupe Put a five on him man see what he do Unless you be a nutty greedy mahf**a you [Chorus] Cupcakes! (Cupcakes!), yeah who want them cupcakes? Got 'em for the low watch me bust open that duct tape Want a Little Debby we call that b**h jailbait And need a whole key well that's called bail cake A thousand of the bu*ter watch it spread through the hood If you get it how I get it you be sh**tin' if you could Watch you n***as (?) yeah we jump a lead it Throw our money at the sun screamin' how we net it With my Palm Beach n***as Shyke on the track This is slow flow k**ah like a knife in your back Yeah I'm nice with the raps nicer in the kitchen Tell the judge s** my dick I'ma serve him in the prison (b**h!) [Chorus] Yeah Benisour we don't see no recession n***a! Every time you see me clean n***a my sneakers clean they sit my love is clean my top is off the b**hes clean them dimes is clean lot of ya’ll f** n***as be havin’...