Alotta cake – Gunna lyrics

Lyrics Alotta cake – Gunna

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

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

[Verse 1]
I do shit that these niggas just can’t do
Gettin’ Spider, the hoodie, the pants too
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
Super sexy and come with an attitude
Yeah, bitch call me daddy-o
Feel like Biggie,
I’m going back to Cali’ (Cali)
Condo terrace, no, this not a patio (Nope)
Yeah, come stick me, hit me with that antidote
I can sign you lil’ niggas like Alamo (Alamo)
In my business, lil’ bitch, you a nosey ho
I told Thugger, he told Roscoe, “Slam the door” (Slam the
door)
Ain’t no comfort,
you know we getting plenty more
Stack these pennies, now I got a penny loaf
Shawty pretty, I’m tryna get in her throat

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

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

[Verse 2]
Networkin’, politicin’ (Politicin’)
Poppin’ shit, Prada kicks
High fashion, got a lot of this (Lotta this)
Opening Ceremony, all type of shit
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
If this shit almost up, we gon’ finish strong
I can get her head off, I’m a real Capone
Come and sign YSL, you can’t do no wrong
Get some racks in your bag and you bring ’em home

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

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

Alotta cake – Gunna lyrics
Alotta cake - Gunna
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