Hook:
Hold on hold up wait x4
Got all this cake stacked up on my plate
I got a M tucked off in that safe
Verse 1:
Big withdrawal for my birthday
Momma said I'm trippin
Cll this sauce on drippy
Jewelry got me on fridged
Marquis Marriott suite on the top floor
Pull up peaches of ctlanta in a Porsche
Racks tucked off in a Louis bag
I'm the shit
I love to brag
My ole arrogant ass
Ct Neiman Marcus with Pharoh
We stay popping tags
Smacking strippers ass
Cs I throw this cash
Lil Jamaican chick with me she say she wanna smash
I told her nah I'll pass
Thick red bitch at the pad
Rolling up my gas
Smoke a blunt and crash
But not before I get topped off and dougie fresh that ass
Verse 2:
I was rich before this rap shit
Straight up outta Zone 6
Use charge 22,5 a brick
07 and 06 big city taught me to flip
Rashod taught me to whip
Me and tempo trips
Just to collect them chips
Bricks off in that baby bag
Up and down I-75
Praying 12 don't catch my ass
Living life fast
Cash is what I'm pursuing
I really lived that life
My old hood can vouch for me
Lil goons keep protected like the president
Umma Boss
Getting money and it's evident
If you ain't talking paper it's irrelevant
Cll this cake on plate
I'm hungry
I ain't settling