
Cake Lloyd Banks (Ft. 50 Cent)
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[Intro: Lloyd Banks & (sample)]
(Money, money, money, money, cake!)
I need the cake nigga!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks & (sample)]
The Unit don't play (uh uh!), we rap but we strapped (yep!)
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the MAC
Spider got the sweeper and you dyin' to hear it clap (uh huh)
You won't have another birthday (cake!) after that (WOO!)
'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act (fuck!)
And I been gone all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the
[Chorus]
(Money) uh the (money) uh the (money)
Uh the (money) uh the (cake!)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & (sample)]
And you motherfuckers lookin' like steak (WOO!)
Food on the plate for the wolves follow rules
Don't get moved by the tools blood'll ooze on your shoes
Wait (uh huh), control your hate you ain't ridin' in them sixes (why?)
'Cause you spendin' all your (cake!) on them bitches (uh)
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas (uh huh)
Banks don't rap with a backpack I'm in it for the
[Chorus]
(Money) uh the (money) uh the (money)
Uh the (money) uh the (cake!)
(Money, money, money, money, cake!)
I need the cake nigga!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks & (sample)]
The Unit don't play (uh uh!), we rap but we strapped (yep!)
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the MAC
Spider got the sweeper and you dyin' to hear it clap (uh huh)
You won't have another birthday (cake!) after that (WOO!)
'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act (fuck!)
And I been gone all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the
[Chorus]
(Money) uh the (money) uh the (money)
Uh the (money) uh the (cake!)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & (sample)]
And you motherfuckers lookin' like steak (WOO!)
Food on the plate for the wolves follow rules
Don't get moved by the tools blood'll ooze on your shoes
Wait (uh huh), control your hate you ain't ridin' in them sixes (why?)
'Cause you spendin' all your (cake!) on them bitches (uh)
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas (uh huh)
Banks don't rap with a backpack I'm in it for the
[Chorus]
(Money) uh the (money) uh the (money)
Uh the (money) uh the (cake!)
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