Wake & Cake - Strick

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake

Bitch you wouldn’t believe this

Yeah

I bet you wouldn’t believe this

Yeah, okay

Whole team up, we eat crepes we got grape syrup

High tolerance for high fashion we been out splurgin'

Valet bring the car I pull out swerve, yeah

Neck wrist charmin earring got the pointers

Plug know to pull up with the special order

Fuck with the patrol and that wall Donald

Connect all dots get wrist die fly

Real recognize real and I see the lies

Yeah she wanna fuck my ego man my pockets got inflated, yeah

Ain’t no test drive, got the tags paper plated

Playlist doin' awesome like an all-star in Vegas

And I only Fear of God, Lorenzo sent the latest

And I just want it better for my auntie and my granny

Made my life a movie but I ain’t get no chance to edit

Got the world in my palm, I get commas on my time

I got Alexander Mcqueen mixed up with Yves Saint Laurent

I done lost a million nights of sleep to get what I want

Sometime jealousy will make your people envy who you are

It’s in my DNA, as soon as I was born I was a star

Sure ain’t worried, tint the little after 4 o’clock, huh

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake up

Wake up, get yo cake