Max B - Cake (Remix) Lyrics
Max B:Gain Greene, UpNorth RecordsMax Biggavel', T.P.Oh this big pimpin' babyVerse 1Max B:5-Star telle?, ***** that, I don't need that shitShort stay, never did the foreplayNever kiss a ***** nowadays kuz it's riskyGroupies after shows, screamin' "Bigga, pick me"Gimme dick B, I can come to court, why you on your trial, just stayI can hold the .4 while you roll aroundIt's been a minute baby girl since we last foughtYou was third string, and I was down with ByrdgangNow I'm a Gain Greene Boss in my elementPimp the younger *****es for the hell of it, Bigga sellin' itGoddamn, these *****es be on meDaddy I luv the stay, don't ever leave me lonelyOnly nigga at the slumber party in a bathrobeNo draws under, I'm Big Brutha ThundaBaby I wonder, why ya bed so goodWhy ya head so good, good, (uh)Baby I wonderHookMax B:We wake up and ***** every morningAnd money got a nigga feeling goodI cops me plenty dick sucks when I'm tourin', ohhhhKuz ***** got a nigga feeling good, girrrrrrrlllVerse 2French Montana:Baby I could help you hit the top, put ya mind to itYou know I make magic happen like Rashard LewisAnd she know that, ya know I luv my niggaz but where the hoes atGet me in the mood, we'll get you in the grooveMontana baby, we got the city lockWillie Hutch, crunch time, hit the clutch, and shorty know itThey know my pimp game like a poemHarmonize in ya ear, chain ice crystal clearYou ain't hear nuthin' this hot, a long whileAbout to tilt the world, my nigga gon' get off trialSomehow, always find a way out the crack holeTry to take it easy, tryna stay out that black holeTie black, hot city banger, E, duffle bags Young LosCoke Wave Gang homie plus many moreWe ***** plenty whoresI ain't wanna finish his career, he was beggin' for itHookMax B:We wake up and ***** every morningAnd money got a nigga feeling goodI cops me plenty dick sucks when I'm tourin', ohhhhKuz ***** got a nigga feeling good, girrrrrrrlllVerse 3T.P.:The boy gets lots of pape, scoop ya *****, be on my wayHold ya lips, the clips'll spray, bullets in and out the KI ain't got time to play, stash is safe to flip a caseCall my place the ***** Place, got a few in your stateI made the way for brighter days, my mind is on a disarrayFor Dom I lay Dolce, Gucci shoes, they stingrayWatch as Max swim away, I think God blessed me with some hazeEndowed wit' a lotta game and neither one you gotta blameGet this that girl time, wish me death if I'm lyingSleepin' with the enemy, she can't be no friend to meKnow you need more her clothes, daddy need a BentleyGirl we can do this fast, forget ya pass, make it lastSmile and flirt, work ya hips, show some tits, pop ya assBlow a kiss at every car, show 'em you a track starPimps and hoes, to black cards, money never runs outRecession proof, never drought, infinite cash routesHookMax B:We wake up and ***** every morningAnd money got a nigga feeling goodI cops me plenty dick sucks when I'm tourin', ohhhhKuz ***** got a nigga feeling good
