Cake

[Verse 1:]
Bitch I play with that money, I 'ont play with her mind
Used to be on that road, Swiping 10 at a time
Got my bitches together, make 'em walk in a line
Trying to steal my style, that's gone cost you a fine
Still getting it like never before
No love I dog sluts, and you treasure the hoes
You wanna ride out with me to my shows
And you ain't even trying to help a nigga paddle the boat
I got 2 white bitches and they racist
Only Biggs what they tasting
Swerving, jugging, cooking in the kitchen naked
Putting that money on the table
Its do or die in these streets, you better watch yo back
Might pop yo top when you sleep, you better watch yo cap
I'm getting this shmoney, that bullshit don't come pass me
I be running to them hundreds like an athlete
Walk into the fucking track meet, run a bad black bitch in the backseat
Check my motherfucking stat sheets
I been getting it since a lil' nigga ask streets

[Hook:]
Count up that cake if you 'ont do nothing else
I pull my chains up off the fucking shelf
I cook these bitches like a fucking chef
See me out, and they see dollars signs get to losing breathe (x2)

[Verse 2:]
I think he Jesus for that 1 thang
But man I'm trying to touch a hundred million, that was chump change
I feel like going on a rampage
Cuz police out here shooting at my people like a gun range
They see my swag and they copy and paste
Try to rob, catch a shot to yo face
Free my niggas, judge locked 'em away
Hit the station for some backwoods, buy boxes a day