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(money, money, money, money) {CAKE} Ya boy don't play I rap but I'm strapped Gyea I represent the hood got the Bay on my back I ain't neva been a sucka ask my uncle Phat Rat Before rap I was gettin my {CAKE} off a crack Fuck the world till I die I'm feelin just like dat Somebody call the president tell em Tupac back With a mouth full of diamonds, Giants hat all black I'm the greatest we can even bet the {CAKE} on dat Gyea Boom when I approach the hammer Get hit with a red beam like the grocery scanner Paranoid so I filled the whole crib full of planners(?) I like jewlery but I'm spendin all my{CAKE} on Atlanta(?) Yeah I got a full house like Stephanie Tanner And the clip on the K look like a banana All black burner(?) gloves All black Phantom I'm the kush man hold the big sack like Santa Piece of {CAKE} no challenge Gettin green like salad Told the homies where you at It's green like havok murderin is a habit SongtexteExpecially when we step in the booth it's automatic for the (money) the (money) the (money) the (money) the {CAKE} You niggaz betta pump yo brakes Ya Boy don't play I'm rap but I'm strapped Put you niggaz underground Put my city on the map Keep a vest on my chest and a gauge on my lap And yes money talks cause for the {CAKE} you gettin clacked Ask about me in New York I'm the truth it's a fact And everybody know the Bay Ya Boy drops it's a rap I don't need you friendship You ain't gotta have my back All I need in this world is {CAKE} and a Mac I'm the Luke Skywalker Rhyme talkers I got bars Fuck a movie Ya Boy ready to war with stars I gotta flow outta this world it's on Mars The Earth upped and baked it in a {CAKE} like fuck cigars My hoes walk around topless like Mardigras It's the gutter side of hip hop it's too many parties on Rappin bout the streets erybody knows you not involved I don't think you hard no nigga not at all Sweetest {CAKE} from the bakery Bitch there ain't no fakin me Say it real nigga till the undertaker takin me Past the blind even they can see my pockets got no vacancy It's Ya Boy be makin me some (money) some (money) some (money) some (money) Some {CAKE} You niggaz betta pump yo brakes Gyea It's almost time I know ya'll been patiently waiting for me I've been sittin back in the Cutty Gettin my {CAKE} Haha Yea We finna let the beast loose though We finna unlock this cage in a minute I'm goin so hard I'm gettin {CAKE} Somthin you niggas don't know nothin about nigga I don't want that mixtape to drop I don't think ya'll ready yet Ya'll want it? I'm gettin {CAKE} It's comin nigga Bout to change the muthafuckin game nigga Young Ya Boy Do you understand Ugh {CAKE} Ya'll didn't know a Bay area niggas could spit this way huh nigga Shocked you niggaz huh? Yeah nigga I'm finna fuck a lot of you niggaz ova No homo muthafucka (money, money, money, money) that's what I'm bout though {CAKE} Gyea Go {CAKE} Aus Songtexte Mania