Cake (2008) lyrics

They lovin' it
Worldwide
Boss Don, PD5
Got you n*ggas, yeah

[Hook: Max B]
These n*ggas don't want me to shine
n*ggas don't want me to grind
(I'm) about my money, n*gga
These n*ggas don't want me to live
These n*ggas just want me to beg
[?] up in the prison system
n*ggas know I about to get rich
They know I'm about to get bread
We 'bout to get cash


[Verse 1]
I been coolin' n*ggas off like an A.C
One minute you're hot
The next minute you're not
Dropped a album
Nobody copped it
Nobody believed in the game
Without the Boss Don wave
Funny how, n*ggas turn funny style
I just let the money pile
b*tches scream 'skeeted on my tummy' (Oww)
I was in the room seeking closure
Smokin' on a doser
Prune juice get me and my dude's lose

n*ggas ain't know me
f*ck my b*tches in one day
Some say, Bigga you the illest