[00:00.000] 作词 : Christopher Charles Lloyd / Hans Bathelt / Hans-Juergen Fritz / Curtis James Jackson[00:00.000] 作曲 : Christopher Charles Lloyd / Hans Bathelt / Hans-Juergen Fritz / Curtis James Jackson[00:00.000]Money, money, money, money[00:02.079]Cake I need the cake nigga[00:05.467]The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped[00:07.521]Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack[00:10.396]Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap[00:13.305]You won't have another birthday cake afta that[00:16.099]Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act[00:18.912]I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back[00:21.600]To get the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake[00:24.843]And you mutha ****as lookin' like steak[00:27.394]Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves[00:30.201]Don't get moved by the tools[00:31.483]Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate[00:34.492]You ain't ridin' in dem 6s[00:36.268]Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches[00:38.865]I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas[00:41.559]Banks don't rap wit a back pack[00:43.877]I'm in it for the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake[00:48.188]You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack[00:53.028]I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back[00:55.634]I don't give a f*ck, it's goin' down like that[00:58.489]I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap[01:01.342]In the heart of a victim murda is monumental[01:04.266]I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple[01:07.030]My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through[01:09.958]Southside trama drama wit' gallamas[01:12.676]I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life[01:15.317]Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white[01:18.247]I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster[01:20.980]When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster[01:23.882]Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though[01:26.823]You ****in' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go[01:29.562]Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple[01:32.394]I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends[01:35.185]Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet[01:37.962]The home of the hommies, there's a body every week[01:40.752]Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep[01:43.606]Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep[01:46.500]So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in a week[01:49.170]Can't a mutha ****in' breathin' tell me I can't eat[01:51.891]Show me the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake[01:55.793]Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks[01:57.936]No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates[02:00.601]Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak[02:03.564]Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops[02:06.154]You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block[02:09.065]Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot[02:11.740]'Round here niggas get found upside down[02:14.424]Ova the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake