paroles de chanson Bake Sale (feat. Fauva Gahd) - B-Jay Banks

Might send it in a Crate for ′em
Banks

Ah, Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it

Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for ′em

I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to fuck with me
Might be a lil' late for ′em

Had to take him down for the work
′Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil′ cake for 'em

Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for ′em

Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for ′em

They done fucked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em

Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I′ma Bake a lil′ cake for em

Yeah Yeah
They calling me Banks now
Oh I got bank now
I'm at the Bank now
I know the teller

Nigga want weight now
Numbers look great now
You in the way now
I know the seller

She on the way now
I need her face down
Gripping her waist putting dick in her pelvis

She get the straight pound
Law, I′ma lay down
Tied her hands up 'cause she like feeling helpless

Stick with the beam
We rocking like Elvis
Whole lot of green Like I ball with the Celtics

She European, Keep speaking in Celtic
Put a lil′ bag on his head like a Helmet

I got some homies knee deep in the church
I got some homies whip white up like Hellmans

I'm like the nigga somewhere in the middle
I′m still the one thats gone bring all the M's in

I come in peace
I just came here to rock
You said it's pressure, when really it′s not
I get ′em gone for like 50 a pop
Shoutout my youngin', just sent me the drop

They say I rap like I′m Biggie & Pac
Come take a look, this shit really in stock

He talking wild? Cool, I'll ignore it
But play with my family, I′ll send him up top
Kill

Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell 'em they gone have to wait for it

Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for ′em

I done came up lil' nigga, Now they want to fuck with me
Might be a lil' late for ′em

Had to take him down for the work
′Cause he played tough with me
I'ma Bake a lil′ cake for 'em

Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for ′em

Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain't taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for ′em

They done fucked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain't safe for 'em

Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I′ma Bake a lil′ cake for em

Fauva
Man we really got cookies and cakes for sell
Might sell you a Nugg, Might sell you the plug
Got dammit I even got shake for sell
Look out for the Dub, I'll show you some love

She want me to leg her and pay for nails
Might throw her some ones to fuck up the club
She got what it takes to make the sell
I give her the dog, She come back with drugs

I took a trip to Philly for them black bags
Oh you need pounds? Homie that′s a hashtag
We got that Afghan, Like its Baghdad
We leave you deadbeat like a bad dad

Don't eat no dead meat, I′ma plant man
Bag up that good gas by the gram gram
Dripping like water baby that's that Xan Xan
Walk with the stick, call me Fauva Bam Bam
Ok
Phone ring
Door swing

Drop the addy, cop the baggies
Nigga we up
Keep your mouth closed
Don′t be buying flashy clothes
Don't fuck up the Re-up

Up now, Probably why they stuck now
It ain't making no sense

I know that one thing, It′s a couple of points off
Good thing I brought my bench
Fauva!

Too much money on my line, Phone keep on ringing
Tell ′em they gone have to wait for it

Nigga take a seat at the table, Then we all gone eat
I could put it on a plate for 'em

I done came up lil′ nigga, Now they want to fuck with me
Might be a lil' late for ′em

Had to take him down for the work
'Cause he played tough with me
I′ma Bake a lil' cake for 'em

Got a good plug on the food, we can get it on the road
I can send it in a crate for ′em

Want the whole fee my nigga, We ain′t taking no shorts
And I got a good rate for 'em

They done fucked up, I done jumped right back in my bag
Now it really ain′t safe for 'em

Had to take him down for the work
Get it all from the stash
I′ma Bake a lil' cake for em