Max B - Cake (Remix) lyrics

[Max B:] Gain Greene, UpNorth Records Max Biggavel', T.P. Oh this big pimpin' baby [Verse 1: Max B] 5-Star telle?, f** that, I don't need that sh** Short stay, never did the foreplay Never kiss a b**h nowadays kuz it's risky Groupies after shows, screamin' "Bigga, pick me" Gimme dick B, I can come to court, why you on your trial, just stay I can hold the.4 while you roll around It's been a minute baby girl since we last fought You was third string, and I was down with Byrdgang Now I'm a Gain Greene Boss in my element Pimp the younger b**hes for the hell of it, Bigga sellin' it Goddamn, these b**hes be on me Daddy I luv the stay, don't ever leave me lonely Only n***a at the slumber party in a bathrobe No draws under, I'm Big Brutha Thunda Baby I wonder, why ya bed so good Why ya head so good, good, (uh) Baby I wonder [Hook: Max B] We wake up and f** every morning And money got a n***a feeling good I cops me plenty dick s**s when I'm tourin', ohhhh Kuz p**y got a n***a feeling good, girrrrrrrlll [Verse 2: French Montana] Baby I could help you hit the top, put ya mind to it You know I make magic happen like Rashard Lewis And she know that, ya know I luv my n***az but where the hoes at Get me in the mood, we'll get you in the groove Montana baby, we got the city lock Willie Hutch, crunch time, hit the clutch, and shorty know it They know my pimp game like a poem Harmonize in ya ear, chain ice crystal clear You ain't hear nuthin' this hot, a long while About to tilt the world, my n***a gon' get off trial Somehow, always find a way out the crack hole Try to take it easy, tryna stay out that black hole Tie black, hot city banger, E, duffle bags Young Los Coke Wave Gang homie plus many more We f** plenty who*es I ain't wanna finish his career, he was beggin' for it [Hook: Max B] We wake up and f** every morning And money got a n***a feeling good I cops me plenty dick s**s when I'm tourin', ohhhh Kuz p**y got a n***a feeling good, girrrrrrrlll [Verse 3: T.P.] The boy gets lots of pape, scoop ya b**h, be on my way Hold ya lips, the clips'll spray, bullets in and out the K I ain't got time to play, stash is safe to flip a case Call my place the p**y Place, got a few in your state I made the way for brighter days, my mind is on a disarray For Dom I lay Dolce, Gucci shoes, they stingray Watch as Max swim away, I think God blessed me with some haze Endowed with' a lotta game and neither one you gotta blame Get this that girl time, wish me d**h if I'm lying Sleepin' with the enemy, she can't be no friend to me Know you need more her clothes, daddy need a Bentley Girl we can do this fast, forget ya pa**, make it last Smile and flirt, work ya hips, show some tits, pop ya a** Blow a kiss at every car, show 'em you a track star Pimps and hoes, to black cards, money never runs out Recession proof, never drought, infinite cash routes [Hook: Max B] We wake up and f** every morning And money got a n***a feeling good I cops me plenty dick s**s when I'm tourin', ohhhh Kuz p**y got a n***a feeling good,