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Futuristic - Cake Ft Iamsu Lyrics

[Chorus: Futuristic]
Yeah, cake, cake
I need a lil' more on my plate
She got cakes though, we might go on a date
Debbie Cake, bet it taste great
Cake, cake
I need a lil' more on my plate
She got cakes though, we might go on a date
Patty cake, Debbie Cake, bet it taste great

[Verse 1: Futuristic]
Okay, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
I need that big money, I don't never take a break
I'm all about that business, why you dippin' down to shake
Lil' guy, calm down, I can put you in your placе, uh
Forever say evеrything's straight
If you talking 'bout these women then they going both ways
They belong to the streets, I guess they both strays
Ain't no strangers coming through, but both of you can stay, hey
I got a fetish for lettuce, I need a salad
I'm all about that dressing, undress you on thousand islands
The cops tried to profile us, we riding and looking stylish
I need that bunk cake, I'm talking that Megan Thee Stallion
Chain up on my neck, that shit look like a medallion
I'm trying to get this bread like living with them Italians
I'm drinking 'til I'm leaning, I'm looking like an italic
And my pockets getting crowded, they fatter than DJ Khaled
Yeah the motherfucking

[Chorus: Futuristic, Isamu!]
Cake, cake (We the best)
I need a lil' more on my plate
She got cakes though, we might go on a date
Debbie Cake, bet it taste great
Cake, cake (Huh, huh, whipping that WAP)
I need a lil' more on my plate
She got cakes though, we might go on a date
Patty cake, Debbie Cake, bet it taste great

[Verse 2: Isamu!]
Huh, huh, whipping that WAP
Rocking Raf Simmons, just throw these niggas off
Put the real homies on, put the phony niggas off
It's the WAP, free the WAP, got the game heated, locked
When it come to Ben Franklin, I really need a lot
Went and got so many whips now I really need a lot
I went and took so many trips down, I really needed spots
Shut my favorite store on 5th down, I need another spot
Cake, cake, cake, cake, feeling like a baker
Private party, you did not get an invitation
Escorted the vibe straight through immigration
Uh huh, pass another around 'cause I feel like drinking
Drink 'til we throw up although we probably can't
So many hunnids, I'm stumbling walking out the bank
I got a blindfold with Chronic rolled up like Dr. Dre
Russ has been banging, you hear this shit from a block away

[Chorus: Futuristic]
Cake, cake
I need a lil' more on my plate
She got cakes though, we might go on a date
Debbie Cake, bet it taste great
Cake, cake
I need a lil' more on my plate
She got cakes though, we might go on a date
Patty cake, Debbie Cake, bet it taste great