Cupcake lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Aiyyo Schife (heh)
We don't give a f*ck about that recession

[Hook: Benisour]
b*tch I'm on the grind (grind) movin them cupcakes (cupcakes)
Then bust open that duct tape (pow)
I'mma show ya how to do a thing with a (thing with a)
Show ya how to run a team with a
b*tch I'm on the grind (grind) movin them cupcakes (cupcakes)
Then bust open that duct tape (pow)
n*gga let me show you how to work that (work that)
Drop it in the water, watch it double back

[Fat Joe]
I got that white b*tch (white b*tch) call her Rachel Ray
She's the best in the kitchen, have you n*ggas scrapin plates
Got that hard sh*t, the soft sh*t, anyway you want it
Got that mac if they talk sh*t, don't nobody want it
With the G to the O to the D of the ghetto
Yeah we stays on that rock sh*t, packin heavy metal
Got that BASS~! (Bass!) I ain't talkin 'bout no treble
I am a menace to society, a motherf*ckin rebel
Yeah she's askin for the scissors but I hit her from the back
Yeah she calls me hugs and kisses but you could just call me Crack
Got them goonies with me n*ggas and them flags is off black
Couple cuffies in the duffies and we headed for the track (b*tch!)
[Hook]

[Benisour]
Sportin new rocks in the kitchen workin two pots
Tell 'em supper's ready; time to feed the block
Got them cupcakes movin like clockwork
Wet sittin on sixty-seven, one vert'
Grippin grain; ridin with them cupcakes
Y'all green-ass n*ggas don't touch weight (naw)
750 a cup, that's what it's goin for (goin for)
White girl on deck, do you know her brah? (Ha!)
And I can introduce you to her brother too (brother too)
And he'll have you ridin in that purple Coupe (yeah)
Put a five on him man and see what he do (what he do)
Unless you be another greedy muh'f*cker you

[Hook]

[Fat Joe]
Cupcakes! (Cupcakes!) Yeah who want them cupcakes?
Got 'em for the low, watch me bust open that duct tape
Want a Little Debbyie, we call that b*tch jailbait
And need a whole ki', well that's a-called bail cake
A thousand of the butter watch it spread through the hood
If you get it how I get it you be sh*ttin if you could
What you n*ggas constipated? Yeah we drug related
Throwin money out the sunroof, screamin out "We made it!"
With my Palm Beach n*ggas, Schife on the track
It's a slow flow killer like a knife in your back
Yeah I'm nice with the raps, nicer in the kitchen
Tell the judge suck my di*k, I'mma serve him in the prison
(b*tch!)
[Hook]

[Outro: Fat Joe]
Yeah! Benisour we don't see no recession n*gga
Every time you see me; clean n*gga
My sneakers is clean - they sick!
My luggage clean; my top is off the b*tch is clean!
Them diamond is clean
Lot of y'all f*ck n*ggas be havin them dull ass diamonds
Hahaha, AOW!
Benisour! Crack! Terror! Yeah
T.A. I see you n*gga, Macho I see you n*gga
Drop I see you n*gga, Uncle Stan, it's on now n*gga
We gon' hit that f*ckin Forbes n*gga
We gon' get it b*tch
Oh yeah, Schife on the track, AOW!