and you bound to hear it clap
you wont have another birthday cake after that
'cause yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
and i've been gone for the winter
to get the money the money the money the money the cake
and you motherfuckers looking like steak
food on the plate for the wolves
don't get moved by the tools
battle wounds on you shoes wait
you ain't riding in them 6s
'cause you spending all your cake on them bitches
i need the bread lil niggas need christmas
banks don't rap with a back pack
i'm in it for the money the money the money the money the cake
you heard banks said so i know i got the mag
i pull up pull out spray hollows at your back
it's going down like that
i done been through every hood
in the heart of a victim murder is monumental
my bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what i been through
southside trama drama with gallamas
i conversate with killers it's usually about life
politic with lawness it's usually about white
i'm the poster child of violence
i'm the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out i'm the boy with the toaster
i squeeze blow your mental
there's a body every week
now i don't hear the sirens
but they probably gonna creep
plant the cake in my jeep
so i'll be skipping cities 7 states in a week
can't a muthafucker breathing tell me i can't eat
show me the money the money the money the money the cake
niggas slow down pump you breaks
for rolling round with a steak
and run straight to the cops
the cup cake of the block
any nigga disrespect the click getting shot
round here niggas get found upside down
ova the money the money the money the money the cake