kmoncler - Cake Lyrics

Ayy, who's him
I can tell you he ain't got no pape
I know that n***a ain't him

Free bag, it's an A6
Maybe I'll be coming back
I don't know how she grew up
I'm a baller, I'm the bigger man

Ayy, come here
Your boyfriend a broke boy
I'm just keeping it real
I can put you in a Fanta

She crib with the chandeliers
You know that I'm nothing like him
Pull a Robby sitting on reels
Ayy, who's him

I can tell you he ain't got no pape
I know that n***a ain't him
Louis bag, it's an A6
Lately I've been coming trim

All-star, she's for the real
I'm a baller, I'm the bigger man
They don't see my
They don't see my way

Say what you wanna
But we been winning, bought a lot of drinks
Got some bad shit on my salad
Shot rack bitch in the pussy, something great

And I won't tell no lies
She watch me run up 60 bands in a day
We gon' have it your way, no play
Just tell me what we doing

Baby, you ain't on no fool shit
You can be a friend, let's make a movie
You know all around the whole crew team
Step out Prada and Celine

Ride out double C's for the groupies
Hundred thousand for a new wheel
My ex-bitch crazy
My new bitch, man, I be moving around

I got ADHD
The GLS run way too loud
Think that's why they hate me
And my pockets full of pink fifties

A hundred hands out, I ain't giving a damn
Bad bitch got my phone ringing
Trying to get in the stew
Cause she know how to sing

And I'm a homebody, I stay in the crib
But right now, I'm outside with the team
Many damage on my neck
My last bitch won the race

And I put a hundred thousand on my chest
Left side of the wrist, AP
Some of my money green
And most of it pink

Baby, you don't like seeing
Cause I'm an old-faced land n***a
Try to play God's screen
I can take you out shopping

Whatever you want, baby
I got some paper, real peeps
She told me she need her church in Jamaica
I don't need it

Ayy, Camila
Your boyfriend a broke boy
I'm just keeping it real
I can put you in a fantasy crib

With the chandeliers
You know that I'm nothing like him
Put that Robbie chin on rims
Ayy, who is him

I can tell he ain't got no paper
And I know that n***a ain't him
Louis bag, get some A6
Lately, I been coming trim

All-star, shoot for the rim
I'm a ball-hearted bae, I'm a getty
But they won't see my
They won't see my way

Say what you wanna
But we been winning, bought all the drinks
Got some bad shit on my salad
Shot right, bitch, in the pussy, something great

And I won't tell no lies
She watch one of them
She's the best in the day
You gon' have it your way

No play
Just tell me what we doing
Baby, you ain't on no fool shit
You can be a friend, let's make a movie

Getting all around the whole crew team
Step out Prada and Celine
Ride our double C's for the groupies
Hundred thousand for a new wheel

I'm a ball-hearted bae, I'm a getty
But they won't see my
They won't see my way
Say what you wanna

But we been winning, bought all the drinks
Got some bad shit on my salad
Shot right, bitch, in the pussy, something great
And I won't tell no lies

She watch one of them
She's the best in the day
You gon' have it your way
No play

Just tell me what we doing
Baby, you ain't on no fool shit
You can be a friend, let's make a movie
Getting all around the whole crew team

Step out Prada and Celine
Ride our double C's for the groupies
Hundred thousand for a new wheel
Hundred thousand for a new wheel

I'm a ball-hearted bae, I'm a getty
But they won't see my
They won't see my