Bryson Tiller - Cake lyrics

[Intro: Bryson Tiller] God Tiller Hahaha Aw man that was one of my lazier ones I said This sh** sound like uh 2017 Darth Vader theme song or some sh**, I don't know sh**.. [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] Oh my god I'm poppin' Tiller done got it poppin' n***as is down talkin', I guess they ran outta options, yeah Like a lost wallet they outta pocket Don't get me started ey That's when a n***a go hardest Flow get so chaotic Lambo look good talk less Dashboard it's electronic Cali say I'm iconic n***a you ain't know none 'bout it Need 20 millions dollars profit Wifey like to go and shopping God damn gringo n***a Tiller got cheat codes n***a Talk to me though n***a better lose your motherf**ing ego n***a I'm married to the beat though n***a Need a tuxedo n***a The info come to the summer all year Your MCM just put it to the fountain blue stuntin' in the rental car yeah Your MCM just over drafted on the motherf**ing rapper card yeah God Tiller I'm raptard yeah I want this car, that car yeah Deaf, deaf to the bullsh**, n***a I'm deaf I made a lotta money when I started being true to myself A n***a couldn't make me me I had to do it myself So that's why I hate when I n***a tell me they could use my help Shot my n***as in Louisville still All I ever hear "Shoot, k** k**" Ridin' through the city, through the Ill Will That struggle, I made it through that struggle My vision tunnel, I want that cake that funnel [Hook: Bryson Tiller] Yeah I just want the cake n***a That funnel cake n***a I just want the cake n***a That funnel cake n***a [Verse 2: WunTayk Timmy] [Outro: WunTayk Timmy & Bryson Tiller] Clique Clan God Tiller