Cake ft. Deon Young, OMB Jay Dee & Ot9Beno Lyrics

Money plus power equals fame that's on the gang

She fell in love with my chain she ain't never

Seen no bling bling she in a Birkin she working

She trying to get paid cake cake cake cake I need a taste

Peep my dividends we the new Franklins counting

These Benjamin's we ain’t even citizens cake cake

Cake cake cake cake it’s looking like Entenmann's

Gang gang gang gang gang gang moving too militant

Running your streets it’s something like Michelin ms

We getting like Michigan foreigns we copping you witnessing

Cinnamon seats in different Benz bitches is slipping in

Come take a sip again she want to sin again swallow the

Kid again like I am Jason but I am not intimate you are just

Waisting my time when it’s mentioning niggas that’s plotting

On me insignificant it’s the most infamous gang

Money plus power equals fame that's on the gang

She fell in love with my chain she ain't never

Seen no bling bling she in a Birkin she working

She trying to get paid cake cake cake cake I need a taste

Give me the money I need the breesh

Counting them hunnits in a rafe

I need the cake cake cake cake shorty cute

And she a freak got me bussing of this molly

I'm with the gang gang gang gang

Iced out check out my fit Beno next

They say I'm lit Jaydee home fresh out the pit

We done it again cake the cake bro bro spit

Sit back Henny I sip **** they can't deal with it

Tell them this is big business

I'm sinning if I see your girl I'm swimming

Three shots of the liquor and all of this ****

Gone have her all in her feelings shut up

Listen my body different I had super models

In the trenches so imagine me further on my road to riches

Hello she look delicious but I don't want to fuck

Around and start slipping make her **** have

Me all her in her mentions wait shut up **** I'm a business

But I ain't say it was your business eat the cake do the dishes

Watch a **** go dumb retard OMB they know who we are

Spinning we spinning we spinning in three cars

And somebody got sent to the ER Amiri my denim

Ain't rocking no G-Star I shoot from close I cant see far

Calling up brody he coming won't be far

Ain't back in forth this not a seesaw I got the money

The power respect all that I need cause there ain't nothing left

He playing foul then I pick up a tech scratch that

Now I pick up check eight twenty three I still throw

Up the set she let me **** her as soon as we met I need

A house in the hills and a jet drippy I'm drippy all I know is flex

Money plus power equals fame that's on the gang

She fell in love with my chain she ain't never

Seen no bling bling she in a Birkin she working

She trying to get paid cake cake cake cake I need a taste