Lyrics Cake - Mik, Trilla, Kozzie

Cake

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie
If it ain’t cake, then it’s all long
Don’t waste my time, I’m cool, I’m fine
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie
If it ain’t cake, then it’s all long
Don’t waste my time, I’m cool, I’m fine
Money upfront, money upfront
All I want is money upfront
Don’t try book me for a likkle man rave
Cause all you’ll hear is «money upfront»
Lord of the Mics, my man couldn’t handle the pressure
Fam, why would I front?
Word on the net is next MCs wanna swing with the M
Well, come to the front
Line up, line up, single file up
Money in the bank, man ah watch that pile up
So many girls I have on the iPhone
Which one should I dial up?
Jada?
Halle?
I don’t know
Roxanne?
Sally?
I don’t know
The Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re mental
Where did I get them?
I don’t know
Yeah, I’m crazy
Bipolar, mental, cakey
So much cake on the tune, it’s caked
Hear this flow I’m spitting?
It’s papes
I’m bringing it back like Bathing Apes
I’m out for the box like David Blaine
Hit 'em like a lightning bolt, Usain
I’m back, I’m back so what you saying?
What you saying?
What you saying?
Wanna pray for my downfall?
Keep on praying
In this game, there’s too many jokers
Wannabe kings, bare games they’re playing
So you wanna try get down with the M?
Don’t be shy, I can see it in your eye
But it’s OK, but it’s all good
I’m only here for a piece of the cake
They said I wouldn’t last five minutes in the game
Well, family, who’s laughing now?
Now I just sit back, laugh, make more than a half
While I’m doing shows in town
One cake, two cakes
Three cakes, four
Five cakes, six cakes
Seven cakes, more
Fucking hell
Yeah, let me spit some cake on this
You can summon all 24 MCs
From them ends, but none of them’s making it
Disaster, I call this one a crisis
Man are charting, dem man are on camera
Doing handstands, looking like pussyhole artists, that’s mental
@OfficialKozzie on the Twitter
17K followers, who’s bigger?
Four hit singles, fam, who’s bigger?
An EP that’s charted, who’s bigger?
I’m on my way to a deal
They’re on their way to the printers
I’m with labels having meetings
Dem man are lying about eating
Crazy
I am the term of winning
Lord of the Mics, had everyone bidding
Lord of the Mics, had dem man pilling
MDMA and their drinks all spilling
That’s cause they thought they made it
Until they got their first paycheck
And found out that management raped it
Ahh
I couldn’t give a fuck no more
When I’m in the rave, I call it utmost raw
Two-thirteen, I will be on tour
More money, more cake, yeah, I want more
Dem man are indoors, sitting there, bored
Us man are out here breaking laws
You won’t hear a strain in my vocal cords
They said I wouldn’t last five minutes in the game
Well, family, who’s laughing now?
Now I just sit back, laugh, make more than a half
While I’m doing shows in town
One cake, two cakes
Three cakes, four
Five cakes, six cakes
Seven cakes, more
You know me
I’ve been the same way since '03
Man say they’re making money from music
No whip, no yard, nuttin' fi show me
Wait, you man can’t talk 'bout cake
Everything they’re talking 'bout is fake
Man ain’t making no music money
Cause still up to now, no tunes been made
A man said he got signed
For £200,000
So why’s he tweeting with anyone, paying thirty quid
Just to spit some bars in town
Hmm, I know that sound
And it sounds like someone lied
How come you smell like someone died?
Man have had bookings since Skank On Sight
Bang, bang
You know that I do this cakey
Don’t matter if you ain’t seen man lately
I’m always going in, baby
Got gyal running round stark nakey
Flow ever so naturally wavy
While dem man are dandruff flaky
I brought myself, nobody made me
Yo, if it ain’t cake, then it’s all long
So real talk on the M-I, K?
I might roll if I know he’s got Os
But I’ll definitely roll if I know he’s got a cake
Yo, everyone gets in the cheese
Personally I prefer the AK
I’m tryna get out the jungle so
No more monkeys paying me a cake
They said I wouldn’t last five minutes in the game
Well, family, who’s laughing now?
Now I just sit back, laugh, make more than a half
While I’m doing shows in town
One cake, two cakes
Three cakes, four
Five cakes, six cakes
Seven cakes, more
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie
If it ain’t cake, then it’s all long
Don’t waste my time, I’m cool, I’m fine
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie
If it ain’t cake, then it’s all long
Don’t waste my time, I’m cool, I’m fine