Money, money, money, money   Cake   I need the cake nigga      The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped   Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack   Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap   You won't have another birthday cake afta that   'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act   I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back      To get the money, the money   The money, the money, the cake      And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak   Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves   Don't get moved by the tools   Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate      You ain't ridin' in dem 6s   'Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches   I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas   Banks don't rap wit a back pack      I'm in it for the money, the money   The money, the money, the cake      You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack   I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back   I don't give a fuck, it's goin' down like that   I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap      In the heart of a victim murda is monumental   I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple   My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through   Southside trama drama wit' gallamas      I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life   Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white   I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster   When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster      Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though   You fuckin' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go   Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple   I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends      Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet   The home of the hommies, there's a body every week   Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep   Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep      So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek   Can't a mutha fuckin' breathin' tell me I can't eat   Show me the money, the money   The money, the money, the cake   Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks      No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates   Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak   Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops   You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block   Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot   'Round here niggas get found upside down      Ova the money, the money   The money, the money, the cake      Cake   Money, money, money, money   Cake