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mo3 - cake up lyrics

[intro: ralo]
i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
i’m runnin’, n+gga
long live mo3

[verse 1: mo3]
i done took all kinda risks
got jammed when i hit that l!ck
bein’ broke what made me this
lost hope, couldn’t pay my rent
seventy+five racks for the chain and piece
made five hunnid thou’, wasn’t game to me
spent two hunnid bands, don’t say i’m cheap
this moncler coat was made for me
two+tone bustdown cuban
new ap, and i wear that sh+t faithfully
f&n, got it on me right now, n+gga, don’t be stupid, better not play with me
on my mama, i been slangin’ iron when it’s time to dance
this choppa nae nae for me
f+ck n+gga hatin’, get away from me
lil’ b+tch, get dipped, didn’t pay the fee
no cap, go ask the streets, like tiger woods, i put a hole in one
my opps wish i don’t show up, but look, me, i’m like i hope he come
famous gangsta, i get money, but on tv, i feel like oprah son
my casket, i won’t open one
got bodies, better show me some
radio won’t play my song, it’s like they want me to sell my soul or somethin’
’cause they know what i rap is real, they know that these facts, they can’t control or somethin’
“everybody don’t like you, son, but it’s okay,” i know you told me, mama
thou shall not be overcome
ask god why he made me the chosen one
[chorus: mo3]
for the times i ain’t have sh+t
on the gang, i’ma chase that paper
drop d+ck in another n+gga b+tch
man, this old keef f+ckin’ my day up
i’m runnin’ to the money when i wake up, cake up
and i ain’t worried’ ’bout nothin’, i got my cake up, f+ck a hater, yeah+yeah

[verse 2: ralo]
i ain’t worried’ ’bout nothin’
all my opps gon’ get dropped the day i touch that gun
i ain’t sparin’ sh+t, won’t even spare my day ones
he can get it too
she can get it too
i’m sorry, i smoke women too
i’m sorry, we can’t f+ck with you
all of y’all went against the grain
we ain’t ridin’ no n+gga d+ck
we wouldn’t even go run a train
i don’t gotta wear a pinky ring
b+tch still gon’ suck the d+ck the same
i don’t even read comments
i get tired of seein’ these n+ggas hatin’
i might not make it tomorrow
these b+tches gon’ know that i’m ballin’ today
i made two thousand today
and in was just sittin’ in my new b+tch face
took the ball, got back in the car
i live my life like a movie star
we don’t give a f+ck ’bout who you are
i’ll crash out to do the job
i don’t never read the bible
but i’ll never turn the other cheek
if a n+gga ever f+ck with me
he won’t never live another week
don’t ask us why we ain’t k!ll shawty
you know that we wanna k!ll ++++
you know how this sh+t is, shawty
sometimes we gotta chill, shawty
but do not just think we forgot
i think that he should be shot
burn that thing from the top
we ain’t f+ckin’ with no opp
we ain’t f+ckin’ with these f+ck n+ggas
i think we done had enough with ’em
got them pistols in the trunk with us
turn ya block to the block, n+gga
got my name out for heron
got my hoodie on for trayvon
nah, this ain’t really for tray’
i’m tryna find where he stay
where he at? we gon’ air it out
we been lookin’ for the bad guys
a n+gga try to beef with me
he won’t never get no sleep
they know i’m smart, they know i’m sl!ck
they know i’m rich as a sum’b+tch
i could get any n+gga hit
don’t give a f+ck about this rap sh+t
ask them n+ggas do i give a f+ck
ask them n+ggas do i gotta cap
back when they was in the studio
i was already a millionaire
[chorus: mo3]
for the times i ain’t have sh+t
on the gang, i’ma chase that paper
drop d+ck in another n+gga b+tch
man, this old keef f+ckin’ my day up
i’m runnin’ to the money when i wake up, cake up
and i ain’t worried’ ’bout nothin’, i got my cake up, f+ck a hater, yeah+yeah

[outro: ralo]
and at this point, n+gga
birdman can’t even talk this sh+t like we did
he can’t even say the sh+t that i say, n+gga, ’cause i stand on this sh+t, n+gga
i did this sh+t, i’m for real ’bout this sh+t, n+gga
i been out two months, n+gga, we already spent two million
next month, we plan on spendin’ another two million in one month
ayy, kay, i got this sh+t, n+gga
long live mo3, n+gga
i’m tryna shoot the video right there where they dropped him at, n+gga
i wanna be out there, n+gga
fam, go

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