Cupcakke - Quiz lyrics

[Verse 1] Never lookin' at the cost Money fillin' up the vault (Uh) My word be the law (Uh) b**hes scary like Saw (Uh-ahh!) Let it be known, if a b**h act grown I'm coming strapped up like a bra (brrrah!) She tried, but the b**h failed Like I forgot to put down the salt (Yeah!) A 'hunnid on the eWay Shotgun in the briefcase Spill a b**h brains, look like raspberry cheesecake (B-b-b-boom!) I got so much money up on the line I had to put that sh** on three-way (Brrring!) Up in your DM, ain't nobody buying (Hey!) Now you sell p**y on eBay b**hes ain't no sh** (no!) Sticky fingers, I'm slick (I'm slick!) n***as claim that they charged up But got a whole shortage in they dick (f**) Check stubs look lit (What?) Money double like Twix (it do) f**ers dunno who they wanna be Like they're playing in the movie "Split" [Pre-Hook] The tea that I sip, it burn lip Fly lil' b**h with my name on a blimp What the man know I'm hot, check temp (woo!) b**hes be f**ing for a box of shrimp (okay!) That could never be me n***as thirsty, drink some Fiji Wrist ice be so creamy So we namin' this sh** Edy's [Hook] How the f** your inches longer than your money? (How? How? How? How?) How you hittin' stains, with stains in your undies? (How? How? How? How?) [Verse 2] Hoes claim they the realest I'm like "k** it, don't get me started"

Be the same b**hes that lie and Blame it on other people like they farted (Stank a**!) Uber pull through the drive-thru I'm tryna get me some Popeyes Bought like twenty wings You would think I'm 'bout to split it with Five Guys (I'm hungry!) Might buy the Uber man some, it depends on how the line fly Or he could keep the 50 Cent change Get rich or die tryin' I get no days off Your dick is way soft My n***as droppin' them pounds off like they into weight loss (Woo!) Ball hard, but I hate golf Switch on me, that may cost n***a said he wanna see me but he's broke Might as well be Ray Charles 'Cause you ain't seein' me Don't give a f** who you be (no!) Everything custom that you see Made my jacket Spike Lee (dem spikes!) Money all on the floor but I clean it off for your n***a neat (Gimme that head) I told him spell my name with his tongue That's Akeelah and the Bee (Uhh!) [Pre-Hook 2] Giggity, giggity b**hes is silly, gee All of my enemies try to get rid of me I got the victory, shotgun big as me Watch your step 'cause the blood's so slippery I'm that popular demand Bet her p**y smell like ham Got that money, Uncle Sam Scam my n***a like Joanne (Wooo!) [Hook] How the f** your inches longer than your money? (How? How? How? How?) How you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies? (How? How? How? How?)