Lyrics
Gotta get to the cake
Chase that dough any way
Gotta get to the cake
Chase that dough any way
Gotta get to the cake
Chase that dough any way
Gotta get to the cake
Chase that dough any way, yeah yeah
Chase that dough any way
Chase that dough any way, yeah yeah
Chase that dough any way
Chase that dough any way
Gotta get to the cake
Chase that dough any way
Chase that dough any way
Chase that dough any way, yeah yeah
Baby know she icy
She spicy
She feisty
But she don't really excite me
Need the money, don't need no wifey
But she want me to just wife it
I tried it
Don't Like it
Can't be broke with ya and fightin
Need my cream, need my stipends
Gotta get to that bag, yeah
Need that shit hefty, yeah
Two chains sittin on my neck, yeah
Hard body, nigga ain't no flex
I been doin that, yeah yeah
I'm so blessed
I ain't stressin bout niggas
They gon hate anyway
Too busy thinkin bout the cash anyway
Might end up takin your chick any day
Say I'm her vibe, yeah
Ooh I know you stressed, yeah
Put him right to rest, yeah
Leave a nigga dead in a coffin, uh
Flow so sick you's coughin, uh
Had to force my hand, Skywalker, uh
Luke Skywalker I'm talkin, yeah
While the stars makin up wars
I'm just tryna make it on Forbes list
Why you think a nigga record
I don't really care about your list
I don't really care about your diss
Worried bout crankin out more hits
Need a bad piece with curved hips
And some cool lip service
Don't care bout no list, yeah
We make our own list
We make our own shit
This shit make you groove don't it