Armani - Pound Cake Cover lyrics

Bomb b**hes gon' be my photobombs I'm about to blow up, who wants to blow the bomb? If n***as wanna Google search show 'em that the Chrome is on I just gotta make it like Trey, but I'm never quoting songs I'm no Jehovah, just a profit I gotta get that paper even if I gotta rob it I'm blacking out until the Black Card is in my pocket Until then I'm just gonna shoplift The way I snap, I should mascot for Lacoste b**h I'm spittin' the coldest, I want my teeth frost bit Sensodyne got the grill ready for Wintertime Rap master in disguise, Mike Myers, been k**ing time I need more checks, marks, and a lot of Nikes I'm in all black J's at the Finish Line My hypes beast, most beasts just a lot of hype I like the cross bunnies that finish lines If you really think about it then that's white on white I f** with that when they feel like they f**ing black Ballin is driving to score a bucket, in another bucket, rockin' a bucket hat Sounds Gucci my n***a, I f** with that I just came in the game but I'm gettin them buckets stat When you ballin' b**hes want the hard wood They only wanna crash with you when your car good That's why I hit and run, keep it movin' I leave em with full coverage and no insurance My flow gets Progressively better, I'm unique So I don't wanna drive it if it has more than two seats I'm the Best Buy, that's why my squad is too geeked, and we all about to act a a** like two cheeks Have n***as thinking Paul Pierce was on the track, cause I'm mic'd up but this is how it sounds when the truth speaks Grab some b**hes and just kick it like some new sneaks I stay smoking on that strong, cause listening to other n***as songs be having me too weak Thought they was puttin' in work but puttin' in they two weeks Leave 'im in the pavement if he thinks he's too street Pop him in the eyes, that's a two piece You have to give me credit, I discovered how to master cards Guess Americans express who gets the blackest cards About to break the bank just so I can have that card You don't really wanna sleep on me like if the mattress hard I'm about to be big homie, that's no Diddy I stay mile high n***a, shoutout to my city Every other week I'm in the dispensary Loud, you don't have to see what they dispense to me I'm explicity the example of exemplary, so them with more dollars doesn't f**ing make sense to me Work hard and signatures are autographs Best to only track progress through autographs n***as time been over for time and a half College kid, too much cla**, I have to get a lot of cash I'm just looking for the broad with the broadest a** I love the sound when I pound cakes man But really I'm just tryna drown in gold like a Lakers fan I'm so real dog, just chasin' after the paper man I hope my family don't judge me while I take a stand Because an icon's what I'm gonna be labeled as