Released on July 16, 2016

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[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 niggas 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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

Niggas got they hands out all in my face

Back up off me give a lil' nigga 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 niggas 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