Smoke - Pound Cake REMIX lyrics

[Verse 1: Toke] Okay, my quad makes a mill though Selling everything from c**aine to pills Told em watch out,cause c**aine it k**s These n***as don't care if its your brain they spill (Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah) And R.I.P. to the realest Coast to coast, foreign cars, big buildings They say Toke you gunna make a million I say f** it might as well make a k**ing Maaaaaan, but while im making this cash Shout out to them n***as that steady havin my back tint AK is heavy (AK SHOTS) smokin on loud packs I said its heavy (AK SHOTS) my n***as we don't lack (No laaaaaack) This world is cold out here You wanna make a n***a be bold out here sh** y'all doin is old round here Steady workin n***a no cloths round here (No cloths) A hunnid percent work If a n***a frontin put his a** in the dirt If that n***a talking steal his a** goto work They be on that creep sh** n***as tryna lurk But im sticking to the basics Chasing money boy rollin on a basis Smoking purp,realest boy I taste it Smoke loud, no vacation (Quad Boy) This money I gotta make it Pull out the state ticket No time for wastin (No time) Im Steady paper chasin (Woooooooo!) Squad [Hook: Timbaland] x2 Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Verse 2: Thad] Hahahahahahaaaa Get the money, Get the money, ge-get the money I got the money I-I got the money My flow is raw, T-Raw McMillan McRaw, McGraw, ima f** yo b**h raw Dick hard, Feel long like a marathon It's comin all the way down like her thong (Are you ready for it are you ready Are you really ready are you really???) G, Abe, and Blake they all the homies I just hope they don't become phony All yo n***as gunna turn yo back Become your haters and call you wack Claim you can't even rap, and ask WHY are you a trap rapper Black rapper, back stabber Black rapper trapping that's not me I'm just a light skin n***a tryna make it OG Kennethia: (laugh) Thad: (Whaaa Whaaaa Whaaa Whaaaaaaaaaaa) [Hook] Thad: I'm not done yet fam Gag me with a spoon Bake, bake bake bake bake bake Sittin at lunch all I do is eat cake Adrenaline rush, your girl on my nuts Feelin my stuff, tryna make me nut While I touch her bu*t (I guess we do some freaky stuff) You just a dude from across the street Jerome: Yo lil dude from across the street, lemmi hold a dolla Timberland: Dolla Dolla billz y'all Well it's yah boy TM in this thang Tryna be like Kobe Bryant for his 6th ring Be the best in the game, best in this thang Comin threw this thang Makin it rain,leavin with a bang. (BAAAAANG)