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rich daddy - cakewood get rich lyrics

[intro: rich daddy]

thank god
daddy

[chorus: rich daddy]
cakewood get rich
yeah rich as i can get
ridin’ in my vette
cuz my rolls is gett’n wet
my bugatti copp’n dust
and i came up out that mud
half my collection gett’n suds
and i’m smok’n on my rug

cakewood get rich
yeah rich as i can get
ridin’ in my vette
cuz my rolls is gett’n wet
my bugatti copp’n dust
and i came up out that mud
half my collection gett’n suds
and i’m smok’n on my rug

[verse 1: rich daddy]
rich daddy off the porch
yeah i smoke the sauce
i ride around and i get it man
you see me playuh i ain’t lost
they call me wood’ up in zellwood
but that ain’t my hometown boy
like i said i ride around and i get it
and you see me i ain’t lost
born in chocolate city
yeah they call me white boy’
but my 97′
now they call that nice toy
see my paper on them roids’
see my playuz makin’ noise
cakewood in it
we them boyz
see we up in here
yeaah’
[chorus: rich daddy]
cakewood get rich
yeah rich as i can get
ridin’ in my vette
cuz my rolls is gett’n wet
my bugatti copp’n dust
and i came up out that mud
half my collection gett’n suds
and i’m smok’n on my rug

[verse 2: rich daddy]
see us in here
rich daddy alligator
we gonna stay up in here
yeah can’t even see the hatuh
way down over there
yeah we on that island
plus this concentrate man
i forgot my pain
roots backwoods missouri
freestyle the rest of my verses
hold’ up
rich daddy takin’ multi+platinum sh+t
yeah me n’ flawda
multi+platinum hit
kickflippin’ over’ millis’
new ghost i chop’ the ceiling
new boat we big fishin’
big sandwich bag dro’
homie duffle bag dough
we some’ alligator folk
both came with the notes
flawda with the music
i came with’ them c’s’
all up on my neck playuh
cold as no degrees
[chorus: rich daddy]
cakewood get rich
yeah rich as i can get
ridin’ in my vette
cuz my rolls is gett’n wet
my bugatti copp’n dust
and i came up out that mud
half my collection gett’n suds
and i’m smok’n on my rug

[verse 3: rich daddy]
rich daddy
got a bag on me
every day always
yeah talkin’ mad money
call me jim cramer
dude’ get dumb with it
truck full of paper
homie no guns in it
endless funds’ in this’
cakewood printin’ money
yeah baby sucka free
yeah they lookin’ funny
we layin’ in tha shade
wouldn’t play no game
now we just playin’ games
so much paper homie’
cakewood on it’
drip’ been selling out
talkin’ blow money
all legal tho
playuh fillin’ up them movin’ boxes
yeah yeah we spend it at the auction
call it barret jackson
come in’ pushin’ dolly’s
yeah really really heavy haulin’
[chorus: rich daddy]
cakewood get rich
yeah rich as i can get
ridin’ in my vette
cuz my rolls is gett’n wet
my bugatti copp’n dust
and i came up out that mud
half my collection gett’n suds
and i’m smok’n on my rug

[outro: rich daddy]
cakewood

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