Quiz Lyrics - Cupcakke

Never lookin' at the cost 

Money fillin' up the vault (Uh) 

My word be the law (Uh) 

Bitches scary like Saw (Uh-ahh!) 

Let it be known, if a bitch act grown 

I'm coming strapped up like a bra (brrrah!) 

She tried, but the bitch failed 

Like I forgot to put down the salt (Yeah!) 

A 'hunnid on the eWay 

Shotgun in the briefcase 

Spill a bitch brains, look like raspberry cheesecake (B-b-b-boom!) 

I got so much money up on the line 

I had to put that shit on three-way (Brrring!) 

Up in your DM, ain't nobody buying (Hey!) 

Now you sell pussy on eBay 

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Bitches ain't no shit (no!) 

Sticky fingers, I'm slick (I'm slick!) 

Niggas claim that they charged up 

But got a whole shortage in they dick (fuck) 

Check stubs look lit (What?) 

Money double like Twix (it do) 

Fuckers dunno who they wanna be 

Like they're playing in the movie Split 

The tea that I sip, it burn lip 

Fly lil' bitch with my name on a blimp 

What the man know I'm hot, check temp (woo!) 

Bitches be fucking for a box of shrimp (okay!) 

That could never be me 

Niggas thirsty, drink some Fiji 

Wrist, ice be so creamy 

So we name it [?] Edy's 

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How the fuck 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 bitches that lie and 

Blame it on other people like they farted (Stank ass!) 

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 (I'm hungry!) 

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 dick is way soft 

My niggas droppin' them pounds off like they into weight loss (Woo!) 

Ball hard, but I hate golf 

Switch on me, that may cost 

Nigga 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 fuck who you be (no!) 

Everything custom that you see 

Made my jacket Spike Lee (dem spikes!) 

Money all on the floor but I clean it off for your nigga neat [?] 

I told him spell my name with his tongue 

That's Akeelah and the Bee (Uhh!) 

Giggity, giggity 

Bitches 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 popular demand 

Better pussy smell like ham 

Got that money, Uncle Sam 

Scam my nigga like Joanne (Wooo!) 

How the fuck your inches longer than your money? 

(How? How? How? How?) 

How you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies? 

(How? How? How? How?)