[Intro]
Aye hey hey
Swipey
I had to get me some cake
Woah Woah
Aye hey hey hey

[Hook]
Smokin' dope till I'm black in the face
Step outside got that black round my waist
Stack the money put them racks in the safe
Business man I got them racks in a case
Takin' Molly till I can't even taste
My bitch wit' me she look just like she taste
The n***as wit' me stick together like paste
I ran to the money I picked up the pace
Boy you mad you should look at yo face
It ain't bout racks get the fuck out my face
Fill my heart wit' money yours filled wit' hate
Think it's sweet that's why you can't get no cake
Tell the truth I got choices to make
Tryn' decide which one of these drugs I'ma take
Snakes in a grass had to get me rake
Like a fat bitch had to get me some cake

[Verse 1]
Young n***a got a lot on my plate
Oh you mad cause you ain't even ate
Wake up early just to get me some cake
Ain't in school but I be up by eight
Bitch mad cause I don't go on dates
Out of ten bitch you ain't even eight
Pour up two fours and pass out off the eight
Smokin' too much think my lungs need a break
Kept it goin' when they told me to wait
Fake plugs wasn't throwin' no weight
Now they all throwin' ounces my way
Now they all want me make somethin' shake
Get the money move straight out the state
Snakes in a grass had to get me rake
Hatin' on me it won't get you no cake
Savin' these bitches won't get you no cake

[Hook]
Smokin' dope till I'm black in the face
Step outside got that black round my waist
Stack the money put them racks in the safe
Business man I got them racks in a case
Takin' Molly till I can't even taste
My bitch wit' me she look just like she taste
The n***as wit' me stick together like paste
I ran to the money I picked up the pace
Boy you mad you should look at yo face
It ain't bout racks get the fuck out my face
Fill my heart wit' money yours filled wit' hate
Think it's sweet that's why you can't get no cake
Tell the truth I got choices to make
Tryn' decide which one of these drugs I'ma take
Snakes in a grass had to get me rake
Like a fat bitch had to get me some cake

[Verse 2]
Skinny n***a I just start gainin' weight
Cause lately all I do is get me some cake
Smokin' dope till I'm black in the face
Poppin' these pills like my head got a ache
Young n***a get more bitches than Drake
The bitch wit' me she taste better than steak
I woke like which one of these drugs I'ma take
You woke up like which one of my boys you gon' hate
I know that I'm fly like a Griffin or Blake
I know when I flex it be too much to take
N***as got they hands out all in my face
Back up off me give a lil' n***a space

[Hook]
Smokin' dope till I'm black in the face
Step outside got that black round my waist
Stack the money put them racks in the safe
Business man I got them racks in a case
Takin' Molly till I can't even taste
My bitch wit' me she look just like she taste
The n***as wit' me stick together like paste
I ran to the money I picked up the pace
Boy you mad you should look at yo face
It ain't bout racks get the fuck out my face
Fill my heart wit' money yours filled wit' hate
Think it's sweet that's why you can't get no cake
Tell the truth I got choices to make
Tryn' decide which one of these drugs I'ma take
Snakes in a grass had to get me rake
Like a fat bitch had to get me some cake