Lyrics to Spider
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Feel like I'm a chef the way I get this bread baked
Up in Maxfield, shopping 'til my legs ache
I won't tie the knot, but all I smoke is Wedding Cake
Chillin' with a thot, I fuck her 'til the bed break
Diamonds in my watch, it ain't no need for carrot cake
Keep on watching, you gon' catch a headache
Hunnids in my safe, I stack that money everyday
Real spider, all you niggas web based
Feel like I'm a doctor, way I run that check up
Niggas been up, they talking 'bout I'm next up
Copped a Benz truck with zero payments, Westbrook
Niggas hate in private, but on my dick like, "Let’s cook”
Flex your lil' chain, it's gettin snatched, it's getting took
Back in high school, you ain't rap, you was shook
Now my pocket full of blues, I drop racks on my foot
And you know this shit was written, ain't no cap in my book
I got Kansas City bitches, they attached, then they hooked
I put matte on my whip, could relax on the hood
Bring them racks to the town, I give back to the 'hood
It was bad for a minute, now it's back to the good
Feel like I'm a chef the way I get this bread baked
Up in Maxfield, shopping 'til my legs ache
I won't tie the knot, but all I smoke is Wedding Cake
Chillin' with a thot, I fuck her 'til the bed break
Diamonds in my watch, it ain't no need for carrot cake
Keep on watching, you gon' catch a headache
Hunnids in my safe, I stack that money everyday
Real spider, all you niggas web based
All you niggas web-based
Spent time on a plane, I'm in a different headspace
I went to the doctor, they said I see a real nigga in your X-Ray
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Feel like I'm a chef the way I get this bread baked
Up in Maxfield, shopping 'til my legs ache
I won't tie the knot, but all I smoke is Wedding Cake
Chillin' with a thot, I fuck her 'til the bed break
Diamonds in my watch, it ain't no need for carrot cake
Keep on watching, you gon' catch a headache
Hunnids in my safe, I stack that money everyday
Real spider, all you niggas web based
Feel like I'm a doctor, way I run that check up
Niggas been up, they talking 'bout I'm next up
Copped a Benz truck with zero payments, Westbrook
Niggas hate in private, but on my dick like, "Let’s cook”
Flex your lil' chain, it's gettin snatched, it's getting took
Back in high school, you ain't rap, you was shook
Now my pocket full of blues, I drop racks on my foot
And you know this shit was written, ain't no cap in my book
I got Kansas City bitches, they attached, then they hooked
I put matte on my whip, could relax on the hood
Bring them racks to the town, I give back to the 'hood
It was bad for a minute, now it's back to the good
Feel like I'm a chef the way I get this bread baked
Up in Maxfield, shopping 'til my legs ache
I won't tie the knot, but all I smoke is Wedding Cake
Chillin' with a thot, I fuck her 'til the bed break
Diamonds in my watch, it ain't no need for carrot cake
Keep on watching, you gon' catch a headache
Hunnids in my safe, I stack that money everyday
Real spider, all you niggas web based
All you niggas web-based
Spent time on a plane, I'm in a different headspace
I went to the doctor, they said I see a real nigga in your X-Ray
Yeah, yeah
