Bow Wow - Caked Up lyrics

rate me

All my homies racked out, balling like stack house

Eat that p**sy but I'm grabbing mine for takeout

Big body Maybach, backseats laid back

Just for a walkthrough, that's 25 racks

Bad bitches in here, must be out here

Chain light the club up, I know it ain't fair

Snap back, no no, hoe love the wabes though

Never going broke bitch, money off the A-hole

What now, nigga it's bad

Talk slick, get 2 piece, Chris Childs

Cheah, and I'm smoking that good,

Rappers fear me like niggas fear shook

2x Hook:

All my niggas caked up, balling like the Lakers,

Better cuff your bitch dog 'cause we might take her.

All my niggas caked up, balling like the Lakers,

Better cuff your bitch dog 'cause we might take her.

Shorty tryin to holler so that we can kick it

But my girl watching, slide the homie yo digits

Hands stay itchy, gotta get paper

Let the money stack up, fuck these haters

Girl stay calling, blowing up my dealings

hit her on Tuesday, next day her best friend

Real shit, true story

Word to the motherfucking jeweler, cop 10 rollies

Nigga what, nigga I'm the shit

1.5 million sitting on my wrist

Mustard on the beat, straight club banging

I don't owe a nigga no motherfucking labor

At all

Nigga, it's bad

Talk slick, get 2 piece, Chris Childs

And I'm smoking that good,

Rappers fear me like niggas fear shook

[2 x Hook:]

I'm looking for them bad bitches, bad bitches,

Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches.

I'm looking for them bad bitches, bad bitches,

Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches.

All my thug niggas, thug niggas

Thug niggas, thug niggas, thug niggas

Thug niggas, thug niggas, thug niggas

All my thug niggas, thug niggas, thug niggas.

Thanks to August Freeman for correcting these lyrics