Verse
Told her bring that cake to a real n***a
She only cut the cake with a real n***a
She say ain't nothing nicier than a real n***a
I like to lick the icing like a real n***a
Got a couple bills for a meal with ya
Turn ya a** to meal how I deal with ya
You don't got bills she don't deal with ya
And I don't blame her on the real n***a
Cause shawty ain't a golddigger
She just ain't f**ing with no broke n***as
So don't holla if you broke n***a
She just gone laugh at yall like jokes n***a
Shawty super sweet inside of her is candy land
I put in work with the hammer handy man
She love s**ing on that candy cane
When I'm done she gone need a cane
She don't whisper all the neighbors know my name
Do her like pops I go bang bang
Give her that pistol with the safety off
Damn I love the way she top me off
Like I'm riding rolling with a full tank
And I take her down titanic ship sank
She hustle I hustle we both getting bank
Shawty bow legged walking like its she know its good
Had to talk to her just to see what's really good
Did a engine check so I went under the hood
Betty Crocker yeah she make a good cake
She say she want it
Then she come and dick take
But she know I'm the, I'm the dictator
I give it to her
That baby maker
And we 69
That's a flip flop
And she so wet
We gone need a mop
Now gone and make that a** drop
Rodney King baby beat it like a cop
I love it when she p**y pop
And that's all the f** I wrote to this song