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Текст песни Pound Cake

Tired of rapping, time to get the funds up
Pinky finger in the air, put your words up
Even though these haters keep going behind my back
It feels good to know how to use mud traps
Your girl hitting me on Twitter, she just wanna fuck
I hate that she gotta be home 'fore the sun's up
You should probably leave a lil' more cutting space
'Cause you be cutting in my time when I wanna fuck
Flying out to Arizona just to see reality
Texting all my old hoes just to hear them lie to me
And tell me they ain't got a man, like I don't follow their ass on Instagram
Shit crazy, cash rules everything around me lately
25 years old, I ain't got a baby
Thinking to myself like if I never make it
I ain't got nobody to blame, shit, I was lazy
Yeah, she wanna kick it like a lazy chick
Tryna boost a lil' nigga like a baby chair
I tell her chill, let me see it's real
You know I'm big-headed like them hundred dollar bills
'Cause I always got a show, I be working on mills
Just remind me of Florida, shout out my nigga Spill
Room filler, also my nigga Mike like oh kill 'em
Nowadays my niggas be acting cruel killer
But I ain't tripping 'cause I found out what to do with 'em
Leave them on they own, now nobody new fill 'em
Yeah, on some four level shit
Hoes giving nigga info on a four lever tip, goddamn
I know that I be feeling myself, put her on her mindset, I could do it myself
And for them niggas who hating, I'm staying true to myself
My niggas ride with them hammers, run up you screwing yourself
Yeah, dream, first I got a family and then I got a team
Soon as the team figure all that ain't the same
We gonna get this money and nothing ain't gonna come between, motherfucker