| Walk in the bitch with a bag of some birthday cake
|
| Who finna buy it
|
| You not with the shits, shut your mouth and be quiet
|
| Nigga tried kick my door, I’ma shoot through that shit
|
| Whippin' the vert on some Uzi shit
|
| FN it came with an extra clip
|
| Quit all that extra shit
|
| Niggas is pussy, I smell the estrogen
|
| Burnin' these skittles, I’m tasting the rainbows
|
| This shit just harvested it’s bout a day old
|
| 93 octane inside of a jar
|
| Diamondback AR dismantle your car
|
| FN Five-Seven disfigure your face
|
| Smokin' grade A cause I’m lovin' the taste
|
| Big yellow foreign and let my bitch whip it
|
| Power to CPN made me a 50
|
| Go down to Memphis and smoke with a Grizzley
|
| Drippin' Balmains I ain’t' rockin' no Dickies
|
| Sale a Bag out a vette like a singer with a
|
| She soakin' and wet
|
| Fendi flip flops when I step on a jet
|
| Hold a lil nigga in the air by his neck
|
| Gotta check like a
|
| 50 Exotic sent USPS
|
| Man up lil nigga get punched in the chest
|
| Switch up my apartment I burned the address
|
| 12 kicked the door and that shit was intense
|
| Gorrila glue seep through the house in the vents
|
| Go to the grow fill that shit up to the tent
|
| Freestyle shit I don’t need me a pen
|
| Shout out my nigga in the pen
|
| King of the jungle I hang in the den
|
| She kinda salty cause I fucked her friend
|
| Walked in the bitch with a bag of Biscotti like who tryna purchase
|
| Get shot in the face if you makin' me nervous
|
| Then go to trial I’m beatin' a murder
|
| If that bitch ain’t dead then I’m probably gonna curve her
|
| Burnin' on pressure the truth never heard of
|
| These Christian Loub' clean but my money is dirty
|
| Don’t call my phone less you buyin' like 30
|
| Wrong address I be closin' the curtains
|
| Lil mama say that she feelin' my turban
|
| When I hit the road I be ridin' in Bourbons
|
| Walk in the bitch with a bag of some birthday cake
|
| Who finna buy it
|
| You not with the shits, shut your mouth and be quiet
|
| Nigga tried kick my door, I’ma shoot through that shit
|
| Whippin' the vert on some Uzi shit
|
| FN it came with an extra clip
|
| Quit all that extra shit
|
| Niggas is pussy, I smell the estrogen
|
| Burnin' these skittles, I’m tasting the rainbows |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bday Cake , by - Money Man. Song from the album 6 Hours 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп