feat. Manolo Rose
Too many shots she wasn't ready
And the night is just beginning
Like we niggas came here with me
We keep turning up, club late as fuck
Now just that 808 drop
Bottle service, that's a giving
Sparks like flying off through one section
And it's on so yeah we flexin'
While all the fakes just pretending?
Every night my girls we do this
A couple baddies and some cuties
No hating in my crib, zero fucks we don't give
Now let them bubbles hit them lips
Sipping champagne in my breakfast
And we still in our party dresses
Cake up, laced up, no fakers, around here
Cake up, laced up, no fakers, around here
My body covered all in gold plain
No feeling around here I'm so cold player
Really change you sees my necklace
Can't cuff me yeah I said it
So stick with it, straight up no jay sipping it
Follow me close you still ain't getting it
No hating in my crib, zero fucks we don't give
Now let them bubbles hit them lips
(x2)
Sipping champagne in my breakfast
And we still in our party dresses
Cake up, laced up, no fakers, around here
Cake up, laced up, no fakers, around here
10 AM on a wake up, first off said ma get the cake up
No filter aspect, she don't know how to be a fake up
I describe the look on the wake up
Let me paint you a picture of the nightlife
She on dress fit like a glove
And the shoes like she stepped in blood
As soon as they come to the section
Niggas coming from different directions
Hope that she give you drink, nigga you thirsty?
I'm just painting the picture of the nightlife
Let me strab you niggas with my night light
Mister and missis rose, no problem when she wanna sleep
Silk sheets meeting in my bedroom
Yeah when she tryina freak
I just pained the picture of a bad bitch
It ain't the one I'm tryina keep, my god!
(x2)
Sipping champagne in my breakfast
And we still in our party dresses
Cake up, laced up, no fakers, around here
Cake up, laced up, no fakers, around here