Cake Up (feat. Jul$)

Bae bust it down pull up on me She love my melanin I'm sorry I get so damn jealous just for you Can't f*ck no lame nigga it's all you And we are popping outside Grab the gin it's a vibe for tonight Barbie no plastic she wears no damn makeup She's doing gymnastics, she's going to get her cake up She's going to get her cake up just don't entertain her Just keep it one hundred and never go and chase her Just keep all the drama it's never going to phase her Don julio, bust it down in a foreign Legs in the air, sing a chorus Never going to stop all the opps I'm ignoring Glock-19 got a stock and a full clip Push a nigga weight up, riding in a forklift Bae isn't going to say nothing, f*ck on a Taurus Scamming these checks get the cash and deport it I'm going to stay low, count my blessing and sort it Don't know nothing about me it's a mystery Put it in history, Hundred dollar bills she's going to end up pissed at me Keep all the gunning and running I've got all this drip on me Get a grip five star bitches trying to ride the dick Ten bands tell them have to get the job done quick Make him drop dead in style looking like I'm john wick Been expecting me to flop but you know I don't miss On my way up to the top man he thought the spot his I can't push it for no thot, got to realize what you got Man these bitches got me hot if I'm being honest Where ever we're going I know you will be floating through all of the motions Where ever we're going the money be flowing don't worry about income Every way that I move is efficient Said he fucked on my bitch I'm like which one Keep on talking that shit I'm going to blitz him, I'm going to blitz him Keep on talking like he hot and I'm going to blitz him Different flavored bitches cooking in the Keep on talking like he hot and I'm going to blitz him Different flavored bitches cooking in the kitchen Pen down I don't ever do no written Spaz out you don't hear me better listen Don julio, bust it down in a foreign Legs in the air, sing a chorus Never going to stop all the opps I'm ignoring Glock- nineteen got a stock and a full clip Push a nigga weight up, riding in a forklift Bae isn't going to say nothing, f*ck on a Taurus Scamming these checks get the cash and deport it I'm going to stay low, count my blessing and sort it Don't know nothing about me it's a mystery Put it in history, Hundred dollar bills she's going to end up pissed at me Keep all the gunning and running I've got all this drip on me