Cake

Girl, you got the cake, come and blow the candle (whoo, whoo, whoo)
You whispered in my ear that you hold the handle (handle)
We can take some shots, girl, I got that ammo (hey)
But, what's your name again, can I get that handle? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Whoo)

Girl, you got that cake (whoa) (whoo)
And I ain't tryna wait (whoo, whoo, whoo) (no)
Tell me where you stay at (whoa) (huh?)
And I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way (hey)

It's the super-duper, let me introduce you to the life
You can try to trick me, baby, but I never pay the price (no)
I been in the hills with supermodels and thеy love the white
Evеry time I pull up empty-handed, bitches wonder why (skrr)
Girl, you got that cake, and I love it, love it (and I love it, love it)
You know I'm a gangsta, ain't no lovey-dovey (no lovey-dovey)
I could do you right but can't be hubby-hubby (no)
We should spend the night, and while we hit, I'm clubbin' (skrr)

Girl, you got the cake, come and blow the candle
You whispered in my ear that you hold the handle (you hold the handle)
We can take some shots, girl, I got that ammo (hey) (got that ammo)
But, what's your name again, can I get that handle?

Girl, you got that cake (whoa)
And I ain't tryna wait (no)
Tell me where you stay at (hey) (whoa)
And I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way

On my way (brrt), brand new bae (brand new bae)
The money I make (racks), I'm in a brand new Wraith (brand new Wraith)
She givin' me face (ugh), nah, your hoe ain't safe (brrt, woo, woo)
Nigga, look at my safe, I got racks to play (racks)
Diamond chain, coordinate (brrt)
Fuck your main in this bitch (smash)
White cocaine on my wrist (white)
Double D's on the AR, get hit (rah)
Bad bitch, I done lay up a kiss (bad)
I put the carats on all of my kids
Big stones, they blowin' on my fist (blowin')
These niggas be clonin' my drip (clone)

Girl, you got the cake, come and blow the candle
You whispered in my ear that you hold the handle (you hold the handle)
We can take some shots, girl, I got that ammo (hey) (got that ammo)
But, what's your name again, can I get that handle? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Girl, you got that cake (whoa)
And I ain't tryna wait (no)
Tell me where you stay at (whoa)
And I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way

I got 'Raris in mirages, and I'm having tré minages
Word to Mac Dre and the Bay, let's get hype, yeah
I could call her baby, she pretending that she wifey
Locked them franchise boys, oh, I think they like me (woo)
You on lit, I'm on lit
Girl, you got that cake, yeah, I'm on it
Wah-wah-wah-wah, like a baby, baby, I want it (brr)
Girl, I know you want some mullah, yeah, I got it (skrr)

Girl, you got the cake, come and blow the candle
You whispered in my ear that you hold the handle (you hold the handle)
We can take some shots, girl, I got that ammo (hey) (got that ammo)
But, what's your name again, can I get that handle? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Girl, you got that cake (whoa)
And I ain't tryna wait (no)
Tell me where you stay at (whoa)
And I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way



Credits
Writer(s): Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Sarkis Balasan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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