Intro

Lyrics

[Chorus: Mari Mac] What you doing? Go get you some cake They  know my face when I walk in the bank I  was down nigga had to make something shake I like moving to fast i ain't got no brakes I was broke lil nigga i ain't have no breaks I  been eatin' lately so im sayin' my grace When  I come around i need some personal space Now that im up i tell her get outta my face [Verse 1: Mari Mac] When  you bring me my money I need it with interest 12 came I was jumping the fences Balling hard I ain't on no benches You the type to spend money on bitches Im  the type to stack it and then flip it Crazy you changed on me now you switchin' I was ashamed gotta keep my distance Put my wrist in the water lookin' like im fishin' I ain't fishin' but im hooking the bitches Prada and Louis on me that the babe Im in the kitchen ain't doin' the dishes Im in the kitchen im making the cake Im on a mission im chasing the cash Time be ticking i cannot be late That money be adding up fast But, it's a marathon it's, not a race [Verse 2: Vendetta] Shorty she pull up she give me the face I got them horses you wanna race? You know Vendetta been about the cake Wake up im looking for something to take Selling the grams what I did every day Yeah we just fucking this not a date Run to the money I don't like to wait Say you my homie but lie to my face [Verse 3: Matches] Get money you know what im on [?] wearing Saint Laurent My brother catch it imma take the charge Fallen Angels but my Angels Palm I can't trust a bitch for none Only wedding cake was in the blunt The ball drop imma pick it up Ty with me he gets sticky as fuck Run to the digits I cannot help niggas cause they do you dirty TSA time i do not look at the watch and say its, 730 Soon as you get it niggas start hating, and they wanna take I'm Talk Money gang imma star, like on top of the wraith [Verse 4: Jay Critch] And we eating good, its a Lotta food stacking up on the plate If its bout a bag, then im on the way and I won't be late Put them shooters on your ass, and its body bags won't leave no trace Cause if I pull up in a jag with a loaded mag imma catch that case They sending shots but they muffins We eat those, we gone spin right back I saw the money was coming Through the peephole then I made them racks I swear this shit too easy like a free throw or a practice lap Remember when they ain't believe me, but the 3-0s always had my back [Verse 5: Damii] One eye open when a nigga say grace Always catch a had on my plate If ya hungry, shoulda went and got a damn plate Break bread, make sure your mens ate Knock off you and your mens face Damn snakes, watch when they lie in your damn face You history like the last day [?] out early [?] half-day Ten toes down no Ballet I get to the loot you can't locate Tryna see where im at but can't locate Me i get money in most ways You ain't like me on my worst ways Do not like to spend imma cheap stake Reup'd again and increased wait [Verse 6: RicoBaby] And we get the money Lets make a play My pockets obese they overweight I remember days we had to make a way Now its bins in the stash for a rainy day Hit the strip club make it rain today We was doing drugs to take the pain away Where I come from its a lot going on, we was on the block you better stay away Niggas be hating just cap in their rap I know that they mad there's no cap in my rap I been in the Jam, I never could rat You was indicted, and you turned to a rat And since i been up i never looked back Get off the block, i gotta go back Still on these papers its holding me back Was [?] on work im back to the trap [Chorus: Mari Mac] What you doing? Go get you some cake They know my face when I walk in the bank I was down nigga had to make something shake I like moving to fast i ain't got no brakes I was broke lil nigga i ain't have no breaks I been eatin' lately so im sayin' my grace When I come around i need some personal space Now that im up i tell her get outta my face