M.arques B.erry - COFFEE CAKE

Every night I'm scoring like a highlight tape
The LSD got me in a twilight state
I might've had to wait
But now we getting paid at a way higher rate
And it wasn't luck nigga it was fate
$100 fillet on my dinner plate
Writing like Hemingway
You niggas is just in the way
I chase the henny with the lemonade
The one of one denim was handmade
Like a pot of clay in the tenth grade
I'm indie cuz the music industry is a slave trade
The suede interior in the Escalade
Look like a coffee cake
I'm in the loft getting baked
Like popcorn in the microwave
My live show's like a rave
We pull up deep in the motorcade
Like a holiday parade
Best believe we getting paid
Catch me backstage twisted
Like some french braids
The groupie hoes damn near broke the barricade
Shit got spicy like a marinade
I almost missed the airplane
It ain't a fair game
All y'all niggas is the same
It's a shame
I'm in the F pace with the wood grain
Smoking like Lil Wayne
Listening to New Edition
Can You Stand The Rain
Flexing in the club like creatine
The gloves was neoprene
Just in case we had to flee the scene
It's like a dream
How we keep counting green
Everything serene
The supreme gasoline
Taste like tangerine
Trap jumping like a trampoline
My queen might drop a
Stack on a pair of jeans
She was just on the
Cover of a magazine
My life needs to be portrayed
On the big screen
I need 7 figures
For every 16
Bow down to your knees
And kiss the ring

Written by:
Marques Berry

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