Lyrics Wake & Cake - Strick

Wake & Cake

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