- Lloyd Banks Cake 歌詞
- Lloyd Banks
- Money, money, money, money
CakeI need the cake nigga
The Unit dont play, we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
You wont have another birthday cake afta that
Cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
Ive been gone all winter but now a nigga back
To get the money , the money
The money, the money, the cake
And you mutha fuckas lookin like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Dont get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate
You aint ridin in dem 6s
Cause you spendin all ya cake on dem bitches
I need the bread lil niggas need
ChristmasBanks dont rap wit a back pack
Im in it for the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake
You heard
Banks said so
I know I got the mack
I pull up , pull out spray hollows at your back
I dont give a fuck, its goin down like that
I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap
In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
I dont complicate shit, yeah
I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story bout wut
I been through
Southside trama drama wit gallamas
I conversate wit killas, its usually about life
Politicate wit lawness, its usually bout white
Im da poster child of violence,
Im the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out
Im the boy wit the toaster
Yeah, listen up clicko,
I hustle I get though
You fuckin wit a sicko,
I spazz let a clip go
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends
Me Im from the street, where nothin sweet
The home of the hommies, theres a body every week
Now I dont hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
Plottin to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep
So Ill be skippin cities seven states in aweek
Cant a mutha fuckin breathin tell me
I cant eat
Show me the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake
Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks
No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates
Then you headed up state for rollin round wit a steak
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
Round here niggas get found upside down
Ova the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake
CakeMoney, money, money, money
Cake
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