Cake Up ft. Jul$ Lyrics

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 fuck 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, fuck 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, fuck 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