Cake by Tropi Holic Lyrics
[Chorus]
Fucking bitches, I got hoes
Getting money, I got clothes
It’s my birthday and I just bought
Another fucking pole
Yeahh, the devil took my soul
That’s a no, no, no, no, no
Now I’m making songs, and i’m
Making some more on the low
[Verse 1]
Now it’s my fucking birthday
Getting money, getting cake
You called your bitch phone
And she wasn’t answering
Little do you know, she with me
Getting laid
And you might get her back
But she knows you a lame
I just don’t know what to say
Sorry that I took your bae
Niggas tryna stop me from coming up
Boy get out the way
I skrrt off the lot, running from the opps
Like Tay-K
Run it up, I just want the money
I just want the cake
[Bridge]
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
I swear it’s like a heist every time that
I’m with my bros
He think it’s a game, this shit real
You might as well go home
[Verse 2]
And I think I fucked his bitch
Whoops, sorry
Stole his bitch just from the drip
Sorry
I got more money than him
Sorry
Steady claiming you got hoes
Hardly
I feel just like a rockstar
Gnarly
If niggas want a showdown
Then I got a whole army
Fuck Bape
It’s all about that Murakami
She for the streets, she call you
Then she calls me
I might as well just pull up in a Rari
I don’t want that bitch no more
Play my part, I play my role
Fucked her and her friend
Now they both gotta get out the door
Everyday my birthday so you know
I be doing the most
Yeahh, I’m fucking goofy so you know
I be doing the most
Look at my wrist and that shit is so
Damn froze
That bitch annoying and she knows
I went ghost
Count these bands, do my dance
You know how it goes
I started from the bottom, but I
Think Ima go pro
[Chorus]
Fucking bitches, I got hoes
Getting money, I got clothes
It’s my birthday and I just bought
Another fucking pole
Yeahh, the devil took my soul
That’s a no, no, no, no, no
Now I’m making songs, and i’m
Making some more on the low
Fucking bitches, I got hoes
Getting money, I got clothes
It’s my birthday and I just bought
Another fucking pole
Yeahh, the devil took my soul
That’s a no, no, no, no, no
Now I’m making songs, and i’m
Making some more on the low
[Verse 1]
Now it’s my fucking birthday
Getting money, getting cake
You called your bitch phone
And she wasn’t answering
Little do you know, she with me
Getting laid
And you might get her back
But she knows you a lame
I just don’t know what to say
Sorry that I took your bae
Niggas tryna stop me from coming up
Boy get out the way
I skrrt off the lot, running from the opps
Like Tay-K
Run it up, I just want the money
I just want the cake
[Bridge]
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
I swear it’s like a heist every time that
I’m with my bros
He think it’s a game, this shit real
You might as well go home
[Verse 2]
And I think I fucked his bitch
Whoops, sorry
Stole his bitch just from the drip
Sorry
I got more money than him
Sorry
Steady claiming you got hoes
Hardly
I feel just like a rockstar
Gnarly
If niggas want a showdown
Then I got a whole army
Fuck Bape
It’s all about that Murakami
She for the streets, she call you
Then she calls me
I might as well just pull up in a Rari
I don’t want that bitch no more
Play my part, I play my role
Fucked her and her friend
Now they both gotta get out the door
Everyday my birthday so you know
I be doing the most
Yeahh, I’m fucking goofy so you know
I be doing the most
Look at my wrist and that shit is so
Damn froze
That bitch annoying and she knows
I went ghost
Count these bands, do my dance
You know how it goes
I started from the bottom, but I
Think Ima go pro
[Chorus]
Fucking bitches, I got hoes
Getting money, I got clothes
It’s my birthday and I just bought
Another fucking pole
Yeahh, the devil took my soul
That’s a no, no, no, no, no
Now I’m making songs, and i’m
Making some more on the low