Hell Rell, J.R. Writer - For the cake lyrics

Yeah, i got my bounce on this one ruga

When I let off the four
I make them call the law
I move in the mansion marble
Out all the floor
I reconstruct the whole crib check
What i do n knock some walls down make
The indoor pool bigger
You can't relate to that talk
Because im too richer
Put some hitters out guess on who you n
Come in the club couple killers few lamas
What seperate's my money from
Yours two commas
Commas four bank accounts couple
Piece of plastic
That ain't got no limit like P Miller bastard
Yeah sorry drè and big boi I been outcasted
Was facin' life when ya'll was
Singin' sorry to Ms Jackson
Take my chain off sorry the kid blastin'
Fly right past him whippin' the big aston
Damn how he fit all them diamonds on his hand
I don't work for cable bitch
But i'm on demand

Now I lay down to sleep
I pray to the lord for
These gucci's on my feet
And if i should die before i wake
Tell the whole mother fuckin' world i
Did it for the cake i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
It was nobodies birthday but i
Did it for the cake i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I ain't blow out no candles but
I did it for the cake

I been to mars twice I think she's beautiful
I just got back to earth I do what I want
Your bitches say don't touch me mine
Say go to the bathroom
My money dirty it's gone need a bath soon
Hit the dope spot with my hair half braided
Bout' to make a quick fifty
Thou' until I get raided
N's think they on top until they get faded
Straight mashed on like some idaho potatoe's
Can't miss you if my pistol
Got a little laser
I'm hood but look good and
Hard bottle's in the blazer
Fuck you we need to kill
The people that raised ya'
Coz' they grew your ass up to
Be a full fledged hater i love doin' shows
And bein' on the road
But the kitchen callin me like
Suttin' burnin' on the stove
Shit here for show the uzi I let it blow
These groupies I let em' know
I'm gucci from head to toe

Now I lay down to sleep
I pray to the lord for
These gucci's on my feet
And if i should die before i wake
Tell the whole mother fuckin' world i
Did it for the cake i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
It was nobodies birthday but i
Did it for the cake i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I ain't blow out no candles but
I did it for the cake

Okay rell
Writer let's get it

I get that heavy pape my cheddar straight
Ain't no one as fresh as J
Investigate I get the money early
I ain't never late
Come check the safe I show
You how to regulate
The kid ball my chips tall I
Just call it weddin' cake
I should go and celebrate
After I set the pace
I ain't goin' ever break
Coz' mami I don't hesitate
Let em' hate i get pay hoodie and some sweats
Put me in the check
Only way you puttin' me in check
Look pussy I'm best
That'll pull up to the jets
While you stood up on your
And take the hoodie off the lex
Yes we the best little pest
Couldn't fuck wid' homie
I tell em' like the police you
Ain't got nuttin' on me
I send my team over if ya' baby mother lonely
They'll be sittin' kids on her
Like a fuckin' pony they wanna' know me
JR aka AR you play par
I'll shoot you off my radar
Now i lay down to sleep
I pray to the lord for
These gucci's on my feet
And if i should die before i wake
Tell the whole mother fuckin' world i
Did it for the cake i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
It was nobodies birthday but i
Did it for the cake i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I ain't blow out no candles but
I did it for the cake