Bake Sale

Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott] Mister Cap You ready again, bro? Yeah! TGOD Mafia (Cut it up) Straight out of Pittsburgh, man Can't smoke weed to it Don't doubt this nigga I don't wanna listen to it He the truth, nigga Yeah [Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J] At my bake sale, yeah (You know it) We can't wait to bake, hell yeah Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah (Ha-ha) Lovin' having sex, hell yeah (Let's go, let's go) All day, hell yeah (Uh huh, all day) We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin') We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (What you say, bro?) [Bridge: Travis Scott, Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] I've been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mh-hm; Yeah) Gettin' calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeah They know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] Cookies and OG Come to my crib, we blow by the Os Kush, you already know It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it I keep a bitch gettin' stoned We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J She told me that I'm her new favorite How much do we blaze? A hundred a day Say they got the good, but what the pack smell like? Feel like it's a dream, but now we back to real life It's incredible I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles All shit you never saw And it's all at my bake sale Roll another one, help me think well I stay with the plane I'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to this Let's turn on the stove and call up some hoes Let's roll up and do this shit (Yeah, ho) [Chorus: Travis Scott, Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] At my bake sale, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah; You know it) We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Hahahaha) Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah Lovin' having sex, hell yeah All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho) We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin') We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Uh) [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J] I just rolled a pound at my bake sale Bitches goin' down at my bake sale I just keep it real, I don't fake well (Tell 'em) Niggas say they on, well, I can't tell (Tell 'em) I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name (Tell 'em) Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same (You chose) Rollin' up the weed while I count the cake Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n bake (Yeah) What you think? I'm off this dank, I'm off this drank I often blaze an ounce a day You at my crib, it's no mistake (Mh-hm) Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that matters You can get it all right here [Chorus: Travis Scott, Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa] At my bake sale, yeah (Woo) We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Fuck) Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah (Mister Cap; Yeah, yeah; Does it again) Lovin' having sex, hell yeah (Let me hear that shit) All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho) We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin') We can't wait to bake, hell yeah [Outro: Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott] Roll, roll one up Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up All day, every day, we ain't roll enough Get a pound, break it down, get them cones stuffed It's goin' down, goin' down I'ma roll one up Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough I'm on the KK, stoned as fuck At my bake sale, yeah