Lil' Wyte - Cake lyrics

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Lil' Wyte - Cake lyrics

Everytime i turn around Baby i need this, baby i need that Man im like b**h I can't give you sh**, i can't give you shat I can't give you nothin, i can't f**k with yo period I can let you s** my dick tho (Verse 1) Bill folds of 20s Bank rolls of 100s Body bags of 50s Yeah im out here gettin money Theres too many ways to get it if you jokin it ain't funny If you hatin cause i got it you a god damn dummy Put yo brain in some books and quit Worryin bout these hoes Either get a 9 to 5 quick and start sellin dro Life dont get crazier than this, Im tellin you because i know I ain't always had cheese i used to be very broke Thats when i realized i could flow and i jumped up on the track I was only 17 a studio is all i lacked Now im 24 and got currency by the stack M town reppa liquor sippa and the souths on my back (Chorus 3x) I got that cake, I got that cake These s**as see me out here flossin and they hate (Verse 2) Its 420 in the mornin and we still up Drinkin, rappin, makin tracks, trynna get these bucks We gon get it even if it k** us yes we are How you think we afford this candy paint on all these cars Gotta crib here in Memphis across the street from the green I can watch a golf game on my porch and smoke weed What you think about that, i be ballin you know me Get a lot of cake er'ry year thanks to H.C.P I done made it to the top Now im flossin and they hate This one year gon make me a millionaire and i can't wait I be doin what i do so good lil pimpin can't quit Im gon get the doe regardless so you haters ain't sh** (Chorus) (Verse 3) 200 and 15 diamons on me at all times They ain't huge but in the day light these b**hes shine Got a bad motherf**kin b**h cookin up steak She ain't worried bout sh** cause she know i get that cake If i come through your hood ill be comin with my boys All our guns weigh a ton and our trucks makin noise We ain't got no time to be f**kin round with these hoes We gotta get it get it quick and thats the way the game goes I be puffin on some dro, i be sippin on some crown Im the caucasion persuasion and i stay puttin it down If you wanna 16 its gon cost ya 16 Not hundreds, thats gs and im gon need a pint of lean (Chorus)