JR Writer - For the cake lyrics
[Intro: Hell Rell] Yeah, i got my bounce on this one Ruga [Verse 1: Hell Rell] When I let off the four I make them call the law I move in the mansion marble out all the floor I reconstruct the whole crib check what i do n**** Knock some walls down make the indoor pool bigger You can't relate to that talk because im too richer Put some hitters out guess on who you n**** Come in the club couple k**ers few lamas What seperate's my money from yours two commas Commas four bank accounts couple piece of plastic That ain't got no limit like P Miller ba*tard Yeah sorry drè and big boi I been outcasted Was facin' life when ya'll was singin' sorry to Ms Jackson Take my chain off sorry the kid blastin' Fly right past him whippin' the big aston Damn how he fit all them diamonds on his hand I don't work for cable b**h but i'm on demand [Hook: Hell Rell] Now I lay down to sleep I pray to the lord for these gucci's on my feet And if i should die before i wake Tell the whole mother f**in' world i did it for the cake I did it for the cake I did it for the cake It was nobodies birthday but i did it for the cake I did it for the cake I did it for the cake I ain't blow out no candles but i did it for the cake [Verse 2: Hell Rell] I been to mars twice I think she's beautiful I just got back to earth I do what I want Your b**hes say don't touch me mine say go to the bathroom My money dirty it's gone need a bath soon Hit the dope spot with my hair half braided Bout' to make a quick fifty thou' until I get raided N****'s think they on top until they get faded Straight mashed on like some idaho potatoe's Can't miss you if my pistol got a little laser I'm hood but look good and hard bottle's in the blazer [?] f** you we need to k** the people that raised ya' Coz' they grew your a** up to be a full fledged hater I love doin' shows And bein' on the road But the kitchen callin me like suttin' burnin' on the stove sh** here for show The uzi I let it blow These groupies I let em' know I'm gucci from head to toe [Hook: Hell Rell] Now I lay down to sleep I pray to the lord for these gucci's on my feet And if i should die before i wake Tell the whole mother f**in' world i did it for the cake I did it for the cake I did it for the cake It was nobodies birthday but i did it for the cake I did it for the cake I did it for the cake I ain't blow out no candles but i did it for the cake [Verse 3: JR Writer] Okay Rell Writer Let's get it I get that heavy pape My cheddar straight Ain't no one as fresh as J Investigate I get the money early I ain't never late Come check the safe I show you how to regulate The kid ball my chips tall I just call it weddin' cake I should go and celebrate After [?] I set the pace I ain't goin' ever break Coz' mami I don't hesitate Let em' hate i get pay hoodie and some sweats Put me in the check Only way you puttin' me in check Look p**y I'm best That'll pull up to the jets While you stood up on your And take the hoodie off the lex Yes we the best little pest couldn't f** wid' homie I tell em' like the police you ain't got nuttin' on me I send my team over if ya' baby mother lonely They'll be sittin' kids on her like a f**in' pony They wanna' know me JR a.k.a AR You play par I'll shoot you off my radar [Hook: Hell Rell] Now i lay down to sleep I pray to the lord for these gucci's on my feet And if i should die before i wake Tell the whole mother f**in' world i did it for the cake I did it for the cake I did it for the cake It was nobodies birthday but i did it for the cake I did it for the cake I did it for the cake I ain't blow out no candles but i did it for the cake