[Intro: Hell Rell]
Yeah, i got my bounce on this one
Ruga

[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
When I let off the four
I make them call the law
I move in the mansion marble out all the floor
I reconstruct the whole crib check what i do n****
Knock some walls down make the indoor pool bigger
You can't relate to that talk because im too richer
Put some hitters out guess on who you n****
Come in the club couple killers few lamas
What seperate's my money from yours two commas
Commas four bank accounts couple piece of plastic
That ain't got no limit like P Miller bastard
Yeah sorry drè and big boi I been outcasted
Was facin' life when ya'll was singin' sorry to Ms Jackson
Take my chain off sorry the kid blastin'
Fly right past him whippin' the big aston
Damn how he fit all them diamonds on his hand
I don't work for cable bitch but i'm on demand

[Hook: Hell Rell]
Now I lay down to sleep
I pray to the lord for these gucci's on my feet
And if i should die before i wake
Tell the whole mother fuckin' world i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
It was nobodies birthday but i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I ain't blow out no candles but i did it for the cake

[Verse 2: Hell Rell]
I been to mars twice I think she's beautiful
I just got back to earth I do what I want
Your bitches say don't touch me mine say go to the bathroom
My money dirty it's gone need a bath soon
Hit the dope spot with my hair half braided
Bout' to make a quick fifty thou' until I get raided
N****'s think they on top until they get faded
Straight mashed on like some idaho potatoe's
Can't miss you if my pistol got a little laser
I'm hood but look good and hard bottle's in the blazer
[?] Fuck you we need to kill the people that raised ya'
Coz' they grew your ass up to be a full fledged hater
I love doin' shows
And bein' on the road
But the kitchen callin me like suttin' burnin' on the stove
Shit here for show
The uzi I let it blow
These groupies I let em' know
I'm gucci from head to toe

[Hook: Hell Rell]
Now I lay down to sleep
I pray to the lord for these gucci's on my feet
And if i should die before i wake
Tell the whole mother fuckin' world i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
It was nobodies birthday but i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I ain't blow out no candles but i did it for the cake

[Verse 3: JR Writer]
Okay
Rell
Writer
Let's get it

I get that heavy pape
My cheddar straight
Ain't no one as fresh as J
Investigate I get the money early I ain't never late
Come check the safe I show you how to regulate
The kid ball my chips tall I just call it weddin' cake
I should go and celebrate
After [?] I set the pace
I ain't goin' ever break
Coz' mami I don't hesitate
Let em' hate i get pay hoodie and some sweats
Put me in the check
Only way you puttin' me in check
Look pussy I'm best
That'll pull up to the jets
While you stood up on your
And take the hoodie off the lex
Yes we the best little pest couldn't fuck wid' homie
I tell em' like the police you ain't got nuttin' on me
I send my team over if ya' baby mother lonely
They'll be sittin' kids on her like a fuckin' pony
They wanna' know me
JR a.k.a AR
You play par
I'll shoot you off my radar

[Hook: Hell Rell]
Now i lay down to sleep
I pray to the lord for these gucci's on my feet
And if i should die before i wake
Tell the whole mother fuckin' world i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
It was nobodies birthday but i did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I did it for the cake
I ain't blow out no candles but i did it for the cake