Pound Cake Freestyle by Tone Dollarz Lyrics
Pound cake
Uh... heres a message to the fans
Real shit im hopin u understand
I was dead broke was gettin for the fam
Them dollars are like diddy i made me a couple bands
Writin music they sayin that im the one
Abortin these instrumentals i kill em befor they come
Couple fans they knowin that i cul i write
On the phone wit frecc bill he tellin me that im nice
Couple homies i fuc wit em from a far
Yea Im Thinkin that we brothers they lion and pull a scar
U hear me rap u thinkin that im a star
Cus My fans are alcoholics they only fucin wit bars
In the stu tap the henny for respect
Wit the team conversin about success
Who im gon sign wit maybe the bigest check
Debatin on MMG but waitin on we the best
Define a circle to me thats a round shape
Fake niggas thats hangin around greats
Real niggas who hangin aroud fake
But They all Catchin feelins them niggas around Drake
Dollar bills im focusin on the plate
How a custy pay his dealer my nigga thats pound cake
Friends die they tellin me stay strong
Well they got me Hoodied down wit pictures of trayvon
These Bitches be givin head same knees that they pray on
Them bitches are outa line they color wit crayons
Drop outs them niggas be droppin knowledge
That love shit im hopin it get abolished
Hardest choice commitment or undecided
Cus Nigga wen u nice these bitches are all like college
Save bread they told me remain cheap
Seen niggas that got rich went broke in the same week
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Money chasin my niggas kno wat to do
Them old heads on my blocc be ballin like uncle drew
Sippin gran cru while thinkin bout the cru
How the fucc we ain cool im alittle confused
Real shit im spittin it all the time
This my life i made into to a rhyme
If u think that i am nice i ain even in my prime
If u thinkin that i ain shit dont fuc wen im signed
Alil stressed im takin a shot of henny
My eyes are feelin heavy my kitchen is fuccin empty
My mind is on that money wat the fucc can niggas tell me
A milli is still a milli shit i take that all in pennys
Im the shit the sayin that i cul spit
They tellin me that im nice they sayin i gota gift
U want the world ima get it wen im rich
Even tho we not togetha thats a sub for my bitch
Uh... heres a message to the fans
Real shit im hopin u understand
I was dead broke was gettin for the fam
Them dollars are like diddy i made me a couple bands
Writin music they sayin that im the one
Abortin these instrumentals i kill em befor they come
Couple fans they knowin that i cul i write
On the phone wit frecc bill he tellin me that im nice
Couple homies i fuc wit em from a far
Yea Im Thinkin that we brothers they lion and pull a scar
U hear me rap u thinkin that im a star
Cus My fans are alcoholics they only fucin wit bars
In the stu tap the henny for respect
Wit the team conversin about success
Who im gon sign wit maybe the bigest check
Debatin on MMG but waitin on we the best
Define a circle to me thats a round shape
Fake niggas thats hangin around greats
Real niggas who hangin aroud fake
But They all Catchin feelins them niggas around Drake
Dollar bills im focusin on the plate
How a custy pay his dealer my nigga thats pound cake
Friends die they tellin me stay strong
Well they got me Hoodied down wit pictures of trayvon
These Bitches be givin head same knees that they pray on
Them bitches are outa line they color wit crayons
Drop outs them niggas be droppin knowledge
That love shit im hopin it get abolished
Hardest choice commitment or undecided
Cus Nigga wen u nice these bitches are all like college
Save bread they told me remain cheap
Seen niggas that got rich went broke in the same week
---
Money chasin my niggas kno wat to do
Them old heads on my blocc be ballin like uncle drew
Sippin gran cru while thinkin bout the cru
How the fucc we ain cool im alittle confused
Real shit im spittin it all the time
This my life i made into to a rhyme
If u think that i am nice i ain even in my prime
If u thinkin that i ain shit dont fuc wen im signed
Alil stressed im takin a shot of henny
My eyes are feelin heavy my kitchen is fuccin empty
My mind is on that money wat the fucc can niggas tell me
A milli is still a milli shit i take that all in pennys
Im the shit the sayin that i cul spit
They tellin me that im nice they sayin i gota gift
U want the world ima get it wen im rich
Even tho we not togetha thats a sub for my bitch