Cinnamon Toast Crunch lyrics

I was hungry as hell writing this shit

I don't even give no fuck

Let's go

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch (Yo! Yo!)

I got bitches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

I just pull up and I square up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

I got bitches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

I just pull up and I square up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

It ain't no glitch when your heart stop

I've been that bitch since the start, Doc

Dude wanna trap me, that smart cock

But I made him pull out like a park lot

I'm counting real bank in a Rover

At the most, gave me cold shoulders

But now I'm making bitches pay for it

Like a new fit at FashionNova

You could never do it, watch how I pursue it

Money, I've been doing, I need life insurance

Bitch yo money little, so we call you Stuart

Been there, done that like a motherfucking tourist

Yeah, the money nice, it is so polite

Spent it Sunday night, Monday got it twice

Out here living life, bounce through with the rice

They say money talk? I see why they shy

Sweatsuits in the studio, running through the B-side track

I should buy these other hoes real suits

'Cause I'm everything that they slack

Bitches really got it twisted, I'm not talking one liter with a cap

I don't fuck with none of these bitches, not even Siri on Google Maps

Refrigerator is full for the hater

I'm not 'bout to wait her, broke bitch see you later

It's levels like layers, they offering paper

They want me to sign but I'm acting like Draya

Ain't signin' shit, bitch, bye

10 Mill of that shit dry

Good dick'll make you squint your eye

Then I'm dipping like a french fry

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch (Yo! Yo!)

I got bitches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

I just pull up and I square up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

I got bitches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

I just pull up and I square up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

My niggas got munchies, soon auntie gon' cook

They blowin' weed like the Big Bad Wolf

Tellin' me stories on everything they took

But I don't repeat shit but a motherfucking hook

Bitches be irkin' me, beat her 'til burgundy

Went through emergency, now she need surgery

Now that you heard of me, you should be worried, G

Saying "first of all" will lead to a first degree

Show her I'm not to be played with

Fuck who that lil' bitch came with

You cross me, I'ma cross you back

With the cross on a first-aid kit

Get more than a bruise, get put on the news

I'm talkin' to you, so put on a zoot

Got nothing to prove, don't fuck up the mood

Been makin' more noise than Lollapalooz'

I'm not just talking 'bout the music side

Money love me, don't confuse the bride

Pay me first like a Uber ride

I keep shit jumpin' like the Puma sign

No one making me pause, bitch!

Your weave smelling like dog shit!

Doing numbers like a call list!

Closet like a mini mall, bitch!

Switch up the flows, when I do it, it's raw

These bitches ain't even got a verse that could touch me

Pack the straws, when I'm picking at those

'Cause when I drag bitches, I like to be comfty

Feelin' like I got gold comin'

Fake rappers ain't sold nothin'

Everybody tryna hold somethin'

Pussy drippin' like my nose runnin'

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch (Yo! Yo!)

I got bitches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

I just pull up and I square up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

Cinnamon toast crunch, cinna cinnamon toast crunch

I got bitches wanna box me like I'm cinnamon toast crunch

I just pull up and I square up like I'm cinnamon toast crunch