Intro by Talk Money Entertainment Lyrics
[Chorus: Mari Mac ]
What you doing? Go get you some cake
They know my face when I walk in the bank
I was down nigga had to make something shake
I like moving to fast i ain't got no brakes
I was broke lil nigga i ain't have no breaks
I been eatin' lately so im sayin' my grace
When I come around i need some personal space
Now that im up i tell her get outta my face
When you bring me my money I need it with interest
12 came I was jumping the fences
Balling hard I ain't on no benches
You the type to spend money on bitches
Im the type to stack it and then flip it
Crazy you changed on me now you switchin'
I was ashamed gotta keep my distance
Put my wrist in the water lookin' like im fishin'
I ain't fishin' but im hooking the bitches
Prada and Louis on me that the babe
Im in the kitchen ain't doin' the dishes
Im in the kitchen im making the cake
Im on a mission im chasing the cash
Time be ticking i cannot be late
That money be adding up fast
But, it's a marathon it's, not a race
[Verse: Vendetta]
Shorty she pull up she give me the face
I got them horses you wanna race?
You know Vendetta been about the cake
Wake up im looking for something to take
Selling the grams what I did every day
Yeah we just fucking this not a date
Run to the money I don't like to wait
Say you my homie but lie to my face
[Verse 3: Matches]
Get money you know what im on
[?] wearing Saint Laurent
My brother catch it imma take the charge
Fallen Angels but my Angels Palm
I can't trust a bitch for none
Only when the [?] in the blunt
The ball drop imma pick it up
Ty with me he gets sticky as fuck
Run to the digits
I cannot help niggas cause they do you dirty
TSA time i do not look at the watch and say its, 730
Soon as you get it niggas start hating, and they wanna take
I'm Talk Money gang imma star, like on top of the wraith
[Verse 4: Jay Critch]
And we eating good, its a Lotta food stacking up on the plate
If its bout a bag, then im on the way and I won't be late
Put them shooters on your ass, and its body bags won't leave no trace
Cause if I pull up in a jag with a loaded mag imma catch that case
They sending shots but they muffins
We eat those, we gone spin right back
I saw the money was coming
Through the peephole then I made them racks
I swear this shit too easy like a free throw or a practice lap
Remember when they ain't believe me, but the 3-0s always had my back
[Verse 5: Damii]
One eye open when a nigga say grace
Always catch a had on my plate
If ya hungry, shoulda went and got a damn plate
Break bread, make sure your mens ate
Knock off you and your mens face
Damn snakes, watch when they lie in your damn face
You history like the last day
[?] out early [?] half-day
Ten toes down no Ballet
I get to the loot you can't locate
Tryna see where im at but can't locate
Me i get money in most ways
You ain't like me on my worst ways
Do not like to spend imma cheap stake
Reup'd again and increased wait
[Verse 6: RicoBaby]
And we get the money Lets make a play
My pockets obese they overweight
I remember days we had to make a way
Now its bins in the stash for a rainy day
Hit the strip club make it rain today
We was doing drugs to take the pain away
Where I come from its a lot going on, we was on the block you better stay away
Niggas be hating just cap in their rap
I know that they mad there's no cap in my rap
I been in the Jam, I never could rat
You was indicted, and you turned to a rat
And since i been up i never looked back
Get off the block, i gotta go back
Still on these papers its holding me back
Was [?] on work im back to the trap
[Chorus: Mari Mac ]
What you doing? Go get you some cake
They know my face when I walk in the bank
I was down nigga had to make something shake
I like moving to fast i ain't got no brakes
I was broke lil nigga i ain't have no breaks
I been eatin' lately so im sayin' my grace
When I come around i need some personal space
Now that im up i tell her get outta my face
What you doing? Go get you some cake
They know my face when I walk in the bank
I was down nigga had to make something shake
I like moving to fast i ain't got no brakes
I was broke lil nigga i ain't have no breaks
I been eatin' lately so im sayin' my grace
When I come around i need some personal space
Now that im up i tell her get outta my face
When you bring me my money I need it with interest
12 came I was jumping the fences
Balling hard I ain't on no benches
You the type to spend money on bitches
Im the type to stack it and then flip it
Crazy you changed on me now you switchin'
I was ashamed gotta keep my distance
Put my wrist in the water lookin' like im fishin'
I ain't fishin' but im hooking the bitches
Prada and Louis on me that the babe
Im in the kitchen ain't doin' the dishes
Im in the kitchen im making the cake
Im on a mission im chasing the cash
Time be ticking i cannot be late
That money be adding up fast
But, it's a marathon it's, not a race
[Verse: Vendetta]
Shorty she pull up she give me the face
I got them horses you wanna race?
You know Vendetta been about the cake
Wake up im looking for something to take
Selling the grams what I did every day
Yeah we just fucking this not a date
Run to the money I don't like to wait
Say you my homie but lie to my face
[Verse 3: Matches]
Get money you know what im on
[?] wearing Saint Laurent
My brother catch it imma take the charge
Fallen Angels but my Angels Palm
I can't trust a bitch for none
Only when the [?] in the blunt
The ball drop imma pick it up
Ty with me he gets sticky as fuck
Run to the digits
I cannot help niggas cause they do you dirty
TSA time i do not look at the watch and say its, 730
Soon as you get it niggas start hating, and they wanna take
I'm Talk Money gang imma star, like on top of the wraith
[Verse 4: Jay Critch]
And we eating good, its a Lotta food stacking up on the plate
If its bout a bag, then im on the way and I won't be late
Put them shooters on your ass, and its body bags won't leave no trace
Cause if I pull up in a jag with a loaded mag imma catch that case
They sending shots but they muffins
We eat those, we gone spin right back
I saw the money was coming
Through the peephole then I made them racks
I swear this shit too easy like a free throw or a practice lap
Remember when they ain't believe me, but the 3-0s always had my back
[Verse 5: Damii]
One eye open when a nigga say grace
Always catch a had on my plate
If ya hungry, shoulda went and got a damn plate
Break bread, make sure your mens ate
Knock off you and your mens face
Damn snakes, watch when they lie in your damn face
You history like the last day
[?] out early [?] half-day
Ten toes down no Ballet
I get to the loot you can't locate
Tryna see where im at but can't locate
Me i get money in most ways
You ain't like me on my worst ways
Do not like to spend imma cheap stake
Reup'd again and increased wait
[Verse 6: RicoBaby]
And we get the money Lets make a play
My pockets obese they overweight
I remember days we had to make a way
Now its bins in the stash for a rainy day
Hit the strip club make it rain today
We was doing drugs to take the pain away
Where I come from its a lot going on, we was on the block you better stay away
Niggas be hating just cap in their rap
I know that they mad there's no cap in my rap
I been in the Jam, I never could rat
You was indicted, and you turned to a rat
And since i been up i never looked back
Get off the block, i gotta go back
Still on these papers its holding me back
Was [?] on work im back to the trap
[Chorus: Mari Mac ]
What you doing? Go get you some cake
They know my face when I walk in the bank
I was down nigga had to make something shake
I like moving to fast i ain't got no brakes
I was broke lil nigga i ain't have no breaks
I been eatin' lately so im sayin' my grace
When I come around i need some personal space
Now that im up i tell her get outta my face