You could be Babycakes
Hop in the whip and we'll ride away
Know they gon' talk all of that shit
What could they say
You could be miles away
I'm running out of state
Bad bitch with a big clip
And she letting it spray
I find it funny man
All of these goons be dummies man
Are you robotic
Act so toxic
Loose wires
Lose your ends
Gotta bitch boutta Benz
That's all kids
I'm boutta check and boutta band
So get it canned
Goddamn
You could be Babycakes
Hop in the whip and we'll ride away
Know they gon' talk all of that shit
But what could they say
You could be miles away
I'm running out of state
Bad bitch with a big bag
She rolling the grain
You could be one and only
Just don't leave me lonely
All these hoes be crumby
Hop in this shit like a playboy bunny
I think we onto something
You was the spice I was missing
Chop up the flow are you kidding
Me and this girl we was all in the kitchen
I don't want beef
And I don't want pasta
Casserole over lasagna
Baby you're sweet
And I gotta eat
Cutie pie, so I'm on ya
Watch the girl she gon' sauce ya
Master chef from a groupie
And she look good in a two piece
Goddamn
You could be Babycakes
Hop in the whip and we'll ride away
Know they gon' talk all of that shit
What could they say
You could be miles away
I'm running out of state
Bad bitch with a big clip
And she letting it spray
You could be Babycakes
Hop in the whip and we'll ride away
Rockstar, don't do shit 'til I get paid
You could be Babycakes
Hop in the whip and we'll ride away
Know they gon' talk all of that shit
What could they say