CupcakKe – Quiz (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Quiz” by CupcakKe

Never lookin’ at the cost
Money fillin’ up the vault
My word be the law
B**ches scary like Saw
Let it be known, if a b**ch act grown
I’m coming strapped up like a bra
She tried, but the b**ch failed
Like I forgot to put down the salt

A ‘hunnid on the eWay
Shotgun in the briefcase
Spill a b**ch brains, look like raspberry cheesecake
I got so much money up on the line
I had to put that s**t on three-way
Up in your DM, ain’t nobody buying
Now you sell p**sy on eBay

B**ches ain’t no s**t
Sticky fingers, I’m slick
N**gas claim that they charged up
But got a whole shortage in they d**k
Check stubs look lit
Money double like Twix
F**kers dunno who they wanna be
Like they’re playing in the movie, Split

The tea that I sip, it burn lip
Fly lil’ b**ch with my name on a blimp
What the man know I’m hot, check temp
B**ches be f**king for a box of shrimp

That could never be me
N**gas thirsty, drink some Fiji
Wrist, ice be so creamy
So we name it .. Edy’s

How the f**k your inches longer than your money
How how how how
How you hittin’ stains, with stains in your undies
How how how how

Hoes claim they the realest
I’m like kill it, don’t get me started
Be the same b**ches that lie and
Blame it on other people like they farted

Uber pull through the drive-thru
I’m tryna get me some Popeyes
Bought like twenty wings
You would think I’m ’bout to split it with Five Guys
Might buy the Uber man some
It depends on how the line fly
Or he could keep the 50 Cent change
Get rich or die tryin’

I get no days off
Your d**k is way soft
My n**gas droppin’ them pounds off
Like they into weight loss
Ball hard, but I hate golf
Switch on me, that may cost
N**ga said he wanna see me but he’s broke
Might as well be Ray Charles

‘Cause you ain’t seein’ me
Don’t give a f**k who you be
Everything custom that you see
Made my jacket Spike Lee
Money all on the floor but I clean it off for your n**ga neat
I told him spell my name with his tongue
That’s Akeelah and the Bee

Giggity, giggity
B**ches is silly, gee
All of my enemies try to get rid of me
I got the victory, shotgun big as me
Watch your step ’cause the blood’s so slippery

I’m that pop**ar demand
Better p**sy smell like ham
Got that money, Uncle Sam
Scam my n**ga like Joanne

How the f**k your inches longer than your money
How how how how
How you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies
How how how how…

➤ Produced by Turreekk
CupcakKe 2018

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