Alotta Cake Lyrics

Singer	Gunna
Music	Gunna

(Metro)

Lotta cake, fornicate (Yeah)
What is this? Vertebrae (What is this?)
Diamond lens (Yeah), Cartier (Yeah)
Pockets fat, overweight (Yeah)
Cannabis, meditate (Cannabis)
Overseas, outta state (Yeah)
Lotta speed, no brakes (Skkrt)
Lawyer fee, beat the case (Beat the case)

Been poppin’ shit, let the clan through (Yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (Yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (Yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
‘Boutta load up, we hеaded to Cancún (Yeah)
Let your ho gеt the nut, she a cashew (Yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (Yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move (Yeah)

I do shit that these niggas just can’t do (Yeah)
Gettin’ Spider, the hoodie, the pants too (Yeah)
I got Versace boxes in every room (Every room)
Plain watches, RM, and the Patek too (Patek too)
She from Cali’, but she live in Malibu (Yeah)
Super sexy and come with an attitude (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch call me daddy-o
Feel like Biggie, I’m going back to Cali’-o (Cali)
Condo terrace, no, this not a patio (Nope)
Yeah, come stick me, hit me with that antidote (Yeah)
I can sign you lil’ niggas like Alamo (Alamo)
In my business, lil’ bitch, you a nosey ho (Yeah)
I told Thugger, he told Roscoe, “Slam the door” (Slam the door)
Ain’t no comfort, you know we getting plenty more (Yeah)
Stack these pennies, now I got a penny loaf
Shawty pretty, I’m tryna get in her throat

Been poppin’ shit, let the clan through (Yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (Yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (Yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
‘Boutta load up, we headed to Cancún (Yeah)
Let your ho get the nut, she a cashew (Yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (Yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move (Yeah)

Networkin’, politicin’ (Politicin’)
Poppin’ shit, Prada kicks (Yeah)
High fashion, got a lot of this (Lotta this)
Opening Ceremony, all type of shit (Yeah)
Pull up Rolls Royce, that’s a Cullinan (Cullinan)
Only 63, AMG Benz (Skrrt)
Swimmin’ in the money, knee deep in (Deep in)
And I’m diggin’ in your honey on the weekends
But I can’t stay long ’cause I gotta go (Go)
Lookin’ for a new bitch, Eenie, Miney, Moe
Call me Wunna, AKA Mr. Got-It-On (Got it on)
This Bottega, Armani, and designer clothes (Yeah)
If this shit almost up, we gon’ finish strong (Yeah)
I can get her head off, I’m a real Capone
Come and sign YSL, you can’t do no wrong (Yeah)
Get some racks in your bag and you bring ’em home

Been poppin’ shit, let the clan through (Yeah)
Panoramic, my Benz got a glass roof (Yeah)
We pull up with them sticks like they bamboo (Yeah)
Yeah, I put my mans on, what your mans do? (Yeah)
‘Boutta load up, we headed to Cancún (Yeah)
Let your ho get the nut, she a cashew (Yeah)
No mechanic but I got a lot of tools (Yeah)
When you come from that zoo, you know how to move (Yeah)

(Metro)

Alotta cake Lyrics

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