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CashMoneyAP Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Feel like I'm a chef the way I get this bread baked Up in Maxfield, shopping 'til my legs ache I won't tie the knot, but all I smoke is Wedding Cake Chillin' with a thot, I fuck her 'til the bed break Diamonds in my watch, it ain't no need for carrot cake Keep on watching, you gon' catch a headache Hunnids in my safe, I stack that money everyday Real spider, all you niggas web based Feel like I'm a doctor, way I run that check up Niggas been up, they talking 'bout I'm next up Copped a Benz truck with zero payments, Westbrook Niggas hate in private, but on my dick like, "Let’s cook” Flex your lil' chain, it's gettin snatched, it's getting took Back in high school, you ain't rap, you was shook Now my pocket full of blues, I drop racks on my foot And you know this shit was written, ain't no cap in my book I got Kansas City bitches, they attached, then they hooked I put matte on my whip, could relax on the hood Bring them racks to the town, I give back to the 'hood It was bad for a minute, now it's back to the good Letras de canciones Feel like I'm a chef the way I get this bread baked Up in Maxfield, shopping 'til my legs ache I won't tie the knot, but all I smoke is Wedding Cake Chillin' with a thot, I fuck her 'til the bed break Diamonds in my watch, it ain't no need for carrot cake Keep on watching, you gon' catch a headache Hunnids in my safe, I stack that money everyday Real spider, all you niggas web based All you niggas web-based Spent time on a plane, I'm in a different headspace I went to the doctor, they said I see a real nigga in your X-Ray Yeah, yeah From Letras Mania