And you bound to hear it clap You won't have another birthday cake after that 'cause yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act And I've been gone for the winter To get the money the money the money the money the cake And you motherfuckers looking like steak Food on the plate for the wolves Battle wounds on you shoes wait You ain't riding in them 6's (why?) 'cause you spending all your cake on them bitches I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas Banks don't rap with a back pack I'm in it for the money the money the money the money the cake
You heard banks said so I know I got the mag I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back It's going down like that I done been through every hood In the heart of a victim murder is monumental I don't complicate shit, yea I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what I been through South side trauma drama with gallamas I conversate with killers it's usually about life Politic with lawness it's usually about white I'm the poster child of violence I'm the boy on the poster When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with the toaster
I squeeze blow your mental
There's a body every week Now I don't hear the sirens But they probably gonna creep Plant the cake in my jeep So I'll be skipping cities 7 states in a week Can't a muthafucker breathing tell me I can't eat Show me the money the money the money the money the cake Niggas slow down pump you breaks
For rolling round with a steak And run straight to the cops The cup cake of the block Any nigga disrespect the click getting shot Round here niggas get found upside down Ova' the money the money the money the money the cake