(Bee-)
Yeah, yeah
(Get my f*cking check up, flexed up)
Oh-oh
Uh-uh
(Get my cake up I wake up)
I'm so sick and tired of tries and all these lies but I'm addicted
All my problems they keep stacking up I'm always gonna fix it
I might run out of some paper but I'll find a way to get it
All these bitches second guessing they all wanna be the winner
Pocket watchers tryna eat up off my plate but this ain't dinner
Told her I'm not wasting time I'm on my grind I'm not a quitter
Told the doctor that I can't slow down I'm f*cking up my liver
One more shot my eyes they getting low these lights is getting dimmer
I would say I have to try, but I always get it back
I would say I have the time, but I'm not close to looking back
She gonna set me up I'm still gonna tell the truth and that's a fact
Swear ya'll switching up for nothing you gonna see I won't react
Lil' bro get your bands up (Bitches-)
Bitches with they hands up
Counting up my bread looking for exotic dancers
In the rental f*cking up the tires I'm swerving in this Phantom
I can't even pay no damn attention to these randoms
I- I- I- I
I pull up the best (Brr-)
I- I- I- I
I pull up to flex (Flex-)
Bullets, bullets (Brr, brr-)
Bullets through his chest
She suck me- (She gon-)
She suck me the best
V12 that shit sound just like a jet
I don't need help I been through it all what's next
Hope she'll be well, but that bitch was just a test
In that V12 that shit sound just like a jet (Yah)
Get my cake up I wake up (Wake up to it)
Get my cake up I wake up (Wake up to it)
Get my cake up I wake up (Wake up to it)
Get my cake up I wake up (Wake up to the-)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ooo-woh-ooo)
(Ooo-woh-ooo)