Privaledge - Pound Cake lyrics

rate me

Tired of rapping, time to get the funds up

Pinky finger in the air, put your words up

Even though these haters keep going behind my back

It feels good to know how to use mud traps

Your girl hitting me on Twitter, she just wanna fuck

I hate that she gotta be home ‘fore the sun’s up

You should probably leave a lil’ more cutting space

‘Cause you be cutting in my time when I wanna fuck

Flying out to Arizona just to see reality

Texting all my old hoes just to hear them lie to me

And tell me they ain’t got a man, like I don’t follow their ass on Instagram

Shit crazy, cash rules everything around me lately

25 years old, I ain’t got a baby

Thinking to myself like if I never make it

I ain’t got nobody to blame, shit, I was lazy

Yeah, she wanna kick it like a lazy chick

Tryna boost a lil’ nigga like a baby chair

I tell her chill, let me see it’s real

You know I’m big-headed like them hundred dollar bills

‘Cause I always got a show, I be working on mills

Just remind me of Florida, shout out my nigga Spill

Room filler, also my nigga Mike like oh kill ‘em

Nowadays my niggas be acting cruel killer

But I ain’t tripping ‘cause I found out what to do with ‘em

Leave them on they own, now nobody new fill ‘em

Yeah, on some four level shit

Hoes giving nigga info on a four lever tip, goddamn

I know that I be feeling myself, put her on her mindset, I could do it myself

And for them niggas who hating, I’m staying true to myself

My niggas ride with them hammers, run up you screwing yourself

Yeah, dream, first I got a family and then I got a team

Soon as the team figure all that ain’t the same

We gonna get this money and nothing ain’t gonna come between, motherfucker