Cakey don’t kiss ass but my nigga do
I’m overseas sun tanning on a yacht cruise
In Manila in my loafers made a baboon
Fuck a nigga so good he went and copped two
Black pitbull eye color sky blue
Bought him out in Tokyo named him haiku
So cunt potty trained him with the bible
Why niggers wait till you hot to come and try you
And that’s word to my weave
I be coming at these niggas like a bitch in 3-D
When the killa in the mix all these shady bitches peace
See - they about drama I’m about chi
Cheddar or whatever that’s no kiki
Why these replicunts be tryna do it like me
See - ya shit lukewarm my shit 3rd degree
Finna catch a cold front like my grill on freeze
But you really tryna do
Seen you at the bar with your itty biddy crew
Pop that shit when the killa come through
Talking boom bye bye all in your rearview
I’ma need my money
I’m about my money
Brrrr kat, brrrr kat
Ima need that money money gimme money money
How many rappers even fucking with my pen game
16 cook em up like propane
Getting mine all day watching soul train
Blue print - cunt bitch - I’m in my own lane
Flip the script new shit I’m in my own plane
Landed out in LA just to get brain
Seen a bitch in the flesh went insane
My hand out kiss the pinky on the mood rang
All that that tah dat da dat
My canines got chin straps
I’m coming at you hard and nutting on a nigga 6 pack
Better keep that thing stacked and packed up like backpacks
Nigga you a goner lay the burner to your snapback
If I’m in the spot you know I’m dubbing where the cash at
One hitter quitter top figures
Where ya stash at
Cakey talk currency cause money I’m about that nigga
I’ma need my money
I’m about my money
Brrrr kat, brrrr kat
Ima need that money money gimme money money