Bake Sale
[Intro: Juicy J + Wiz Khalifa]MistercapYou ready again bro?Yeah!TGOD MafiaStraight out of Pittsburgh, maneCan't smoke weed to itDon't doubt this niggaI don't wanna listen to itHe the truth, nigga
[Hook: Travis Scott]At my bake sale yeahWe can't wait to bake, hell yeahLaughin' off this drank, hell yeahLovin having sex, hell yeahAll day, hell yeahWe've been countin' cake, hell yeahPuffin' on this dank, hell yeahWe can't wait to bake, hell yeah
[Bridge: Travis Scott]I've been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahGettin' calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahSo I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeahThey know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]Cookies and OGCome to my crib, we blow by the OsKush, you already knowIt ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke itI keep a bitch gettin' stonedWe wakin' and bakin', puffin' a JShe told me that I'm her new favoriteHow much do we blaze? A hundred a daySay they got the good but what the pack smell like?Feel like it's a dream but now we back to real lifeIt's incredibleI got flowers, wax, inhalers, ediblesAll shit you never sawAnd it's all at my bake saleRoll another one, help me think wellI stay with the planeI'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to thisLet's turn on the stove and call up some hoesLet's roll up and do this shit
[Hook: Travis Scott]At my bake sale yeahWe can't wait to bake, hell yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahLaughin' off this drank, hell yeah, yeah, yeahLord, for heaven's sake, hell yeahAll day, hell yeahWe've been countin' cake, hell yeahPuffin' on this dank, hell yeahWe can't wait to bake, hell yeah
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]I just rolled a pound at my bake saleBitches goin' down at my bake saleI just keep it real, I don't fake wellNiggas say they on, well I can't tellI just fucked three hoes, I don't know their namePussy come and pussy go, it's all the sameI'm rollin' up the weed while I count the cakeNaked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n' bakeWhat you think? I'm on this dank, I'm off that drankI often blaze an ounce a dayYou at my crib, it's no mistakeRollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered piecesGlasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that mattersYou can get it all right here at my
[Hook: Travis Scott]At my bake sale yeahWe can't wait to bake, hell yeahLaughin' off this drank, hell yeahLovin', havin' sex, hell yeahAll day, hell yeahWe've been countin' cake, hell yeahPuffin' on this dank, hell yeahWe can't wait to bake, hell yeah
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa + Travis Scott]Roll, roll one upGot a J, make a plane, now we goin' upAll day, every day, we ain't roll enoughGet a pound, break it down, get them cones thoughIt's goin' down, goin' downI'ma roll one upGet a J, make a plane, now we goin' upAll day, every day, we ain't smoke enoughI'm on the KK, stoned as fuckAt my bake sale yeah