Zaytoven
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Sosa, baby
GBE, baby

I'm getting cake, what can I say?
Sippin' that drank, hittin' the bank
Hoes in my face, I do not play
I got the sex, I do not pay
Treat you like trash, dumpin' away
Clark Kent, up and away
I get the pussy and I get the face
I get the cheese and I get the cake
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? These bitches, they ain't shit
Bye Felicia, like Craig and Day Day, bitch
It comes to ten thousand, from my shoes to my feet
You know I smoke a lot of loud
From all the star you smell in my piss
That bitch had a go 'cause to me she smells like shit
I'm totin' on a 50, I gave lil' folks 'nem my sticks
What can I say? Foe 'nem out here gettin' it (They gettin' it)
No Kurt Cobains, we young and we gettin' it (They gettin' it)
Like my, my, my, I'm gettin' money now
All hundreds yeah, I put them 20s down
Walk in the club reekin', yeah, I'm smelling like a pound
You ain't gettin' money, you ain't never count five hundred thousand

I'm getting cake, what can I say?
Sippin' that drank, hittin' the bank
Hoes in my face, I do not play
I got the sex, I do not pay
Treat you like trash, dumpin' away
Clark Kent, up and away
I get the pussy and I get the face
I get the cheese and I get the cake
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?

How can I put it? You is a rookie
You be smokin' cookies, you be eatin' pussy
How can I put it? Your bitch is lookin'
When I get to shakin', we get it shookin'
Before I head out, I gotta throw on my hoodie
You don't got no ass, you don't got no pussy
This life I live, it come with the pussy
Like I'm a pimp, I'm runnin' that pussy
I'm gettin' fly, finna head out
Need a massage, don't give a fuck
Bitch in my tub, I'm not a scrub
She got the bubs, I like the bucks
When I say bubs, bitch I'm talkin' 'bout bubbles
She want me to stick her 'cause I'm sharp like an arrow
Like baa-daa-baah, I'm signin' to the dope
Like it's cold outside, I'm bringin' in the snow
I don't need no quilt, nah, I don't need a hoe
Say you wanna come get my jewelry, tthey actin' like they slow (Ayy)

I'm getting cake, what can I say?
Sippin' that drank, hittin' the bank
Hoes in my face, I do not play
I got the sex, I do not pay
Treat you like trash, dumpin' away
Clark Kent, up and away
I get the pussy and I get the face
I get the cheese and I get the cake
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say? (Ayy)

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Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Xavier Dotson