Wynne (Rapper) & Christo - Carrot Cake lyrics

(Intro) Look you marks Nobody step to me till I find out what this is all about I happen to have a little dough on me and I ain’t taking no chances Christo (Chorus) ‘fore you speak, you should be aware I’m keeping score, green and orange On my handbag, carrot cake, I need a fork, si señor You can cut my check, but you can’t crease the force, we indoors And all that jazz, all that, all that, it’s all that- Before you speak, you should be aware I’m keeping score, green and orange On my handbag, carrot cake, I need a fork, si señor You can cut my check, but you can’t crease the force, we indoors And all that jazz, all that, all that, it’s all that- (Bridge) ‘Fore I speak! PPB can’t be reformed! Used to slide by now I’m yelling back “free the boys!” Got it dusty in my area, we need to sweep the floor! My phone used to have a ring but now we’re divorced! (Verse 1) Anyways, Raf just came with the getaway Iced mezcal and minute maid, till me and that mix might integrate Not saying I’m feeling myself Need that sh*t, I’ll get it myself They need my help, I’m really black belt with it Selling it, go to hell with it I’m corner all net, y’all messy, Lionel That’s stressing me out Gotta go get the tints in all black Get a cuban linx, no bobcat Your ex calling me, that’s xfinity But his beard don’t connect call Comcast Why’s he crying now? stop that That’s yours now no swap backs My name in your mouth like All That Don’t talk back Ho (Bridge) That’s just how it was They can count it up, it’s a dub And that dick a robbery, the way I make it stick up I make the doors lift up, like Simba Last winter In the backseat Using on your man to heat up (Chorus) ‘fore you speak, you should be aware I’m keeping score, green and orange On my handbag, carrot cake, I need a fork, si señor You can cut my check, but you can’t crease the force, we indoors And all that jazz, all that, all that, it’s all that (Look at her go!) Before you speak, you should be aware I’m keeping score, green and orange On my handbag, carrot cake, I need a fork, si señor You can cut my check, but you can’t crease the force, we indoors And all that jazz, all that, all that, it’s all that