Lyrics to Cake And Rice
Bitch, I got money, bitch
I got money, bitch
I got money, bitch
I got money, bitch
Fuck you mean? I got motherfuckin' money, nigga
Fifty thousand fallin' out my pants, it's too sloppy (Fifty)
I put extra water on my hand 'cause I'm too cocky (Bitch)
Forty on me, when I make salat, I'm with my akhi (Yeah)
Drop the top on double-R, my Spanish ho, she call me papi, huh
Pull up in a Ghost, hit the dash, we takin' flight (Hmm)
I keep pourin' lean, so I get stomachaches at night, huh
Vacheron look stupid, white and brown, it's cake and rice
I miss trappin' day and night, was gettin' Act' at eight a pint (Eight hundred)
Forgis on the toes, yellow 'Vette look like mustard (Mustard)
I slap a bitch with a stack, ho, you nothin'
Forty-seven on the plain presi', this a Trumper (Trump)
Got a quarter million sittin' on my plate, this my supper (Ooh)
Yeah, we don't know the price, fuck it, put a tag on it (A tag)
Used to put my hands on 'em, now we puttin' bags on 'em
Took two hundred to jeweler, told him put a Lam' on me
Walter White with that ice'll cook it in a lab, won't it?
Bring it to the meet and greet, that's how he get his pack took
Cybertruck look like the future, feel like I drive a Macbook
Her whole city think we fucked, them bitches in the Nap cooked
I can really mix two chunks, spin it 'til the pack shook (Spin it)
Fifty thousand fallin' out my pants, it's too sloppy (Fifty)
I put extra water on my hand 'cause I'm too cocky (Bitch)
Forty on me, when I make salat, I'm with my akhi (Yeah)
Drop the top on double-R, my Spanish ho, she call me papi, huh
Pull up in a Ghost, hit the dash, we takin' flight (Hmm)
I keep pourin' lean, so I get stomachaches at night, huh
Vacheron look stupid, white and brown, it's cake and rice
I miss trappin' day and night, was gettin' Act' at eight a pint (Eight hundred)
I got money, bitch
I got money, bitch
I got money, bitch
Fuck you mean? I got motherfuckin' money, nigga
Fifty thousand fallin' out my pants, it's too sloppy (Fifty)
I put extra water on my hand 'cause I'm too cocky (Bitch)
Forty on me, when I make salat, I'm with my akhi (Yeah)
Drop the top on double-R, my Spanish ho, she call me papi, huh
Pull up in a Ghost, hit the dash, we takin' flight (Hmm)
I keep pourin' lean, so I get stomachaches at night, huh
Vacheron look stupid, white and brown, it's cake and rice
I miss trappin' day and night, was gettin' Act' at eight a pint (Eight hundred)
Forgis on the toes, yellow 'Vette look like mustard (Mustard)
I slap a bitch with a stack, ho, you nothin'
Forty-seven on the plain presi', this a Trumper (Trump)
Got a quarter million sittin' on my plate, this my supper (Ooh)
Yeah, we don't know the price, fuck it, put a tag on it (A tag)
Used to put my hands on 'em, now we puttin' bags on 'em
Took two hundred to jeweler, told him put a Lam' on me
Walter White with that ice'll cook it in a lab, won't it?
Bring it to the meet and greet, that's how he get his pack took
Cybertruck look like the future, feel like I drive a Macbook
Her whole city think we fucked, them bitches in the Nap cooked
I can really mix two chunks, spin it 'til the pack shook (Spin it)
Fifty thousand fallin' out my pants, it's too sloppy (Fifty)
I put extra water on my hand 'cause I'm too cocky (Bitch)
Forty on me, when I make salat, I'm with my akhi (Yeah)
Drop the top on double-R, my Spanish ho, she call me papi, huh
Pull up in a Ghost, hit the dash, we takin' flight (Hmm)
I keep pourin' lean, so I get stomachaches at night, huh
Vacheron look stupid, white and brown, it's cake and rice
I miss trappin' day and night, was gettin' Act' at eight a pint (Eight hundred)
