Cake Song Lyrics

Um, I still don't understand why you with a nigga who don't do nothing for you on your birthday

I was thinking maybe..

Uh, let me fly you out to L.A.

Treat you like a queen, you even better than Beyonce

Put you in a Tesla, do your face while coming my way

And when you hit the crib, just toss the key straight to the valet

And tell your man he should calm down

We ain't even the same lane

Venti Money the job now

He's pockets is Grande

I'll rock the Goyard

Put you in some Chaney-Chaney

Taking you straight to Nobu, treating you bad the right way

You look perfect, shawty (You look perfect and you know it don't ya)

Fuck it up, cause it's your birthday, shawty (Girl its fuck it till the night is over)

Live it up, cause baby, it's your life

And you don't really get to live it twice (All them jealous bitches never could control ya)

So shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Baby, lose control, let em take it personal

Shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Cause baby, this the night to get ghetto in the club

Ace of spades till they gotta close it up (Maybe 20 ain't enough)

So spend the cash, hoe.

Spend the cash, hoe.

Spend the cash, hoe.

Spend the cash, hoe

Baby, we can start in Vegas, go to Turks for a vacation

Girl, don't talk about that nigga, he ain't get an invitation

Roses posted in the telly, cause you told me they your favorite

And I flew your homies over, girl, don't worry about a payment

Take a moment for your Paradise

I want you to live it like the final night

Baby girl, tonight, nothing overpriced

Cause you're perfect, shawty.

Take it to the top, cause it's your birthday, shawty

Shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Baby, lose control, let em take it personal

Shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Cause baby, this the night to get ghetto in the club

Ace of Spades till they gotta close it up

So spend the cash, hoe

Spend the cash, hoe

Spend the cash, hoe

Spend the cash, hoe

Live it up, cause baby, it's your night

You don't really get to live it twice

So shawty, tell me what they mad for

What they mad for

Shake that ass hoe

Shake that ass hoe

Go crazy, it's your birthday, bitch

You already know they hatin', cause you got the YSL heels on

Out here shinin' like a princess and shit, nobody can take it

If they take it personal, it's gon' suck when we do this again next year

Year of the heartbreakers