Boi-1da - Pound Cake (Remix) lyrics

[Intro/Hook] [Verse 1: Tom Foolery] Here we go, one time on em' Yeah, uhh, yo, yo Check me out.. Yo, yo... I don't need permission to say whatever I think And everything you spittin' ain't clever it's dry ink Look I feel like dying, no I feel like flying Why put in 40hrs just so I can go and buy things? I got a wife so I ain't out looking for Kate Moss Pretty soon these goons are gonna call Foolery Cake Boss Tommy never take loss, I'm only earning W's Stayin' so far in front you, now tell me what you wanna do? I'm a starter, you playin' the part of substitute And you a bugaboo who still rockin' that bubble goose I might be down but I'm bound to cut the struggle loose Hand to the plow and now every other knuckle bruised Say you going paperless well no one ‘bout to f** with you Living dumb and dangerous, I'm out, I'm bout to chuck a deuce Catch me on the flip-side like Tony Hawk's skate deck My paycheck? Gave it to my kids cuz I hate latex Communtin' to the apex, shootin' through the matrix Provin' to myself, I'm top shelf, hella greatness The flow flagrant, my blunt so pregnant Marijuana on us and it smell so fragrant Outrageous, dead president faces Stash em' in my wallet like it's Jame Gumb's basement I must make it, we chasing after famous Slowly down the hall like cannon balls to my Oasis [Hook] [Verse 2: Tom Foolery] So it's like this... Money is the root of evil, it make us feel unequal If you don't got it, you plottin', maybe out robbin' people Explored the options, I clock-in, the bottom got him feeble Little word of caution, I'm toxic, with a colossus ego A little rock with Chino, flow hotter than jalapeno Watch me turn this water into lager or a box of Pinot I got my 3 amigos, out for blood so we mosquitoes Hit it like my name Ichiro, Foolery he be the hero I'm going in until the d**h of me And secondly Gotta get to Cali for a taste of Kendrick's Recipe Women, Weed, Weather, Pleasure always a necessity And once you flash some cash It's like that a** had popped some ecstasy [Verse 3: Tom Foolery] I'm on the come up til' sun up so set your son down Crashing on your couch snoring loud with my tongue out Cold sweat, working off an old debt Getting so high man we ain't even rolled yet Whole set eatin', I mean it see we feastin' Exceeding expectations while the rest are barely breathing I practice what I'm preachin', no need for Comeback Season We goin' undefeated, every moment I am seizin' The top is where I see me, believe me My face will grace your T.V., I'm so ahead of time, they callin' Foolery a preemie And everything is peachy when you sleeping with that genie Gettin' gold out of this feces, man I make it look so easy Marky Mark Mark Twain pen game, insane in the membrane Wanna be remembered like the Splinter is at Fenway Don't need no Sensei, I'm my own Miyagi Flow be so atomic drop myself on Nagasaki Quasi-Rocky, no one stop me, Tommy more like kamikaze Chillin' sippin' Irish coffee with my posse til' we zombied Someone dust these haters off me, cuz my stock is swiftly risin' Foolery feel Sempiternal, Bring Me the Horizon