Cake

[Intro: Bryson Tiller] God Tiller Hahaha Aw man, that was one of my lazier ones I said This shit sound like, uh, 2017 Darth Vader theme song or some shit, I don't know Shit [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] Oh my God, I'm poppin' Tiller done got it poppin' Niggas is down talkin' I guess they ran outta options, yeah Like a lost wallet, they outta pocket, ooh Don't get me started, ayy That's when a nigga go hardest Flow get so chaotic Lambo' look good topless Dashboard, it's electronic Khaled say I'm iconic Nigga, you ain't know none 'bout it Need twenty million dollars profit Wifey like to go shoppin' Goddamn gringo, nigga Tiller got cheat codes, nigga Talk to me though, nigga Better lose your motherfuckin' ego, nigga I'm married to the beat though, nigga Need a tuxedo, nigga Need info come to the seminar, yeah Your MCM just pulled up to the fountain blue stuntin' in the rental car, yeah Your MCM just over drafted on the motherfuckin' debit card, yeah God Tiller, I'm Reptar, yeah I want this car, that car, yeah Deaf, deaf to the bullshit, nigga, I'm deaf I made a lotta money when I started bein' true to myself A nigga couldn't make me me, I had to do it myself So that's why I hate when I nigga tell me they could use my help (you don't need me, nigga) Shout my niggas in Louisville still All I ever hear, "Shoot, kill kill" Ridin' through the city, through the Ill Will That struggle, I made it through that struggle My vision tunnel, yeah, I want that cake, that funnel [Chorus: Bryson Tiller & WunTayk Timmy] Yeah, I just want the cake nigga (yeah) That funnel cake nigga I just want the cake nigga That funnel cake nigga (All The Way) I'm talking real cake nigga, WunTayk [Verse 2: WunTayk Timmy] Stayed down off top and they all off topic Can't put me in no box and I can't fuck with no opps About mine no option, I still can't get no props Niggas want a photo op, I just want a four door drop Wake up, straight to the money as soon I wake That's what I do with my day, don't worry what I do with my cake I'm feelin' like bomaye, been lookin for a guide, but I still got God So I think I might do it my way, when I pull up,, I look like I race The outside say what I do and the inside do what I say (that's work) This time you are not safe (work), I know that I seen you lurk (that's work) I ain't begging for a damn thing man who gon' need who first? (You) Pull up and I skrt, rap like Reynolds, no Burt I got that fire, that lay off We got that work in a lay off Put in that work and it pay off I know my worth when it pay off Shots at a nigga, don't pay off Let them keep shootin', they way off I really can't take no breaks Young WunTayk gon' take off [Outro: WunTayk Timmy & Bryson Tiller] Ayy, WunTayk, WunTayk, WunTayk WunTayk, WunTayk, WunTayk Stay down Come up, stay up Clique Clan God Tiller Socks, what up?