Cake Futuristic & Iamsu!

[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