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Yeah I got them yea I got them
Don't worry cause I got them
It's cover like a condom but I still be busting on them
My buzz is just alarming and there's no snooze button on it
Living everyday a gift so I get everything I wanted
She falling like a commit, crashing, crashing
Always got to comment when wasn't nobody asking
This ain't hidey hidye hoe
I'm from that vadyo
Where that shotty atty oh will leave you addy addy os
Her body just so cold bet she barely got a pulse
Sees that the breads in loads then she want to come and toast
Man I feel I got a boast cause I got them lava flow
Drop them like geronimo and burn the stage up at the shows
We make money we don't let the money make us
If you haters want to hate then you could hate us
We got that cell phone connection baby we breaking up
Bunch of birthdays in this my cake'n up
We cake'n up, yeah
We cake'n up, yeah
Bakery can't make enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah we cake'n up
Did my thing she went and wrote my name on it
Your picture in her frame but that chick done gave me breain
Knowledge no college flow is polished I demolish no apologies
Swallow these anytime you want it
Got them baller baller tendencies
All about a dollar so for all that wasted energy better add some commas
We in flannels like nirvana what's a story with no drama
I be on that
I keep it like promise
Tried to keep us in the minus but you those days behind us they tried to find
us now you find us in the finest, yeah
Double up you salary I be out this galaxy what they call reality that ain't even
challenging to me
We make money we don't let the money make us
If you haters want to hate then you could hate us
We got that cell phone connection baby we breaking up
Bunch of birthdays in this my cake'n up
We cake'n up, yeah

We cake'n up, yeah
Bakery can't make enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah we cake'n up
Big bottles of liquor we ain't sippers
She don't want you in this section cause you don't tip her
Your girl following me got her on my zipper
Yes I am Demrick but this isn't twitter
Shots to my girls that don't kiss and tell
And keep they names under anonymous at hotels
Just dope flows no more dope sales
Stop ridding coat tails, I won't fail
This came from hard work and dedication
Late night studio sessions and sedation
10, 20's, 50's, 100's my medication
My bank account is graduation congratulations
We make money we don't let the money make us
If you haters want to hate then you could hate us
We got that cell phone connection baby we breaking up
Bunch of birthdays in this my cake'n up
We cake'n up, yeah
We cake'n up, yeah
Bakery can't make enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah we cake'n up