Ace Hood, Schife - Loco wit the Cake lyrics

Spent thirty in the mall
Goin' loco wit the cake
Five cars sitting tall
Goin' loco wit the cake
Ten on some Cali' bud
Goin' loco wit the cake
Then I hit the strip club
Goin' loco wit the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin' loco wit the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin' loco wit the cake
Repping five with the pimps
Goin' loco wit the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin' loco wit the cake

Aye you don't want to start a food fight
Get your attitude right
Before I put this cake all in your
Face and have your crew like


Who that is? Ace Hood
You ain't know that's Ace Hood?
Ask around in every project they
Say that boy face good
Put the Range Rover on them 24's I skate good
Especially with the paper ice
All over my Ace Hood
Chain, fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me
Good brain! Take the package up the temple
Come back home and get, paid!
Seven days up out the week a nigga gotta get
Paid! Quit your hating, get on your job
And ho you can get, paid!
Like Ace, like who? Like me nigga
That's why every bitch you trying
To fuck like me nigga

Spent thirty in the mall
Goin' loco wit the cake
Five cars sitting tall
Goin' loco wit the cake
Ten on some Cali' bud
Goin' loco wit the cake
Then I hit the strip club
Goin' loco wit the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin' loco wit the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin' loco wit the cake
Repping five with the pimps
Goin' loco wit the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin' loco wit the cake

I work them pots like it's chemistry
Got a F in chemistry
Took the white and turned it green
Now that's what I call chemistry
That's what I call, Enterprise
Call my work, The Enterprise
Twenty junkies beaming up to
Scotty in my Enterprise
Smoking in my spaceship
Floatin' through the galaxy
They calling me a shooting star
Leave hoes off through your calvery
Gangstas, goons
And killers only niggas on my salary
They all got charges pending
Murder, burglaries, and batteries
Niggas trying to battle me
End up finding they tragedy
Laided out on the floor and breathing
Fast and looking up at me (Up at me)
Play me in your Chevy when you scrambling
Ruthless than a motherfucker with
Hundred grand on me

Spent thirty in the mall
Goin' loco wit the cake
Five cars sitting tall
Goin' loco wit the cake
Ten on some Cali' bud
Goin' loco wit the cake
Then I hit the strip club
Goin' loco wit the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin' loco wit the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin' loco wit the cake
Repping five with the pimps
Goin' loco wit the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin' loco wit the cake

Aye you can call me Mister Cash Flow
Money out the asshole
Thugging getting paper
What you think that Louis bag ho?
Pull up in that stupid whip
Hundred for the stupid wrist
Stupid this, stupid that
Loco with the money bag
Lamborghini Murcielag'
Girl you got to stupid that
Gucci this, Louis that
Riding with them paper tags
And my bitch she bad as hell, Juicy, Louis
Gucci bag
All my niggas love to swag, Bentleys
Phantoms back to back
Twenty grand I'll show you going low
And tell them holla back pain you a dummy
Blow about thirty on a whip and then
Swing on them 30's
I drop the top on them verties
Switch lanes, on them haters
I'm throwing paper to make them spend

Spent thirty in the mall
Goin' loco wit the cake
Five cars sitting tall
Goin' loco wit the cake
Ten on some Cali' bud
Goin' loco wit the cake
Then I hit the strip club
Goin' loco wit the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin' loco wit the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin' loco wit the cake
Repping five with the pimps
Goin' loco wit the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin' loco wit the cake