"Cakes" lyrics

DJ Burn One, Mane
And it's Gucci, Gucci
Big Gucci Mane
Ay, lets move the cane
It's like yay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay, yay, yeah
Yeah, Gucci, Gucci, Yours truly bitch

Yay, yay, yay, yay, cakes, cakes, cakes
You want a nine? He want it
A half? He want it
A key? He want it
Some P's? He want it
Moving cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes
Ah stop there go the jakes man, Gucci got the snakes man
Now I'm I'm on the sixes, used to ride with verse [?] man
Yellow Corvette, same color as your teeth is
Probably need to brush them, same color my yellow rims
Hundred bricks, rushed them, straight to the G state
Then I got the motherfucking Philly ass cheesesteak
Bar grill and my grill look like the family grill
Got your bitch on three or four X pills
Hundred G's, two hundred G's, fuck a record deal
Two mil, three four mil, give me your record deal
I'm worth a couple mil in jewelry, a couple mil
And I'm fuckin' around with Jimmy, nigga, think a nigga slipping
Mac 90, double clip, and banana, I'm bananas
I kill 'em when I hit 'em, I'm the young Tony Montana, bitch
Middle of the E.A., GA
Fifth ward? Nah man I'm Zone 6 affiliated
Bouldercrest originated, cremated, the last way
Any nigga who tried me, burn one, blast one, bitch
(Ay, ay)