Wake Up Ty Bri (Ft. Latto)

[Intro]
(Philly Ferrari)

[Chorus: Ty Bri]
Wake up bad bitch
Wake up smashin' shit (Yeah)
Hop out the bed, ooh, swaggin', glamorous
Just got a check, ooh yeah, cashin' it
Fuck around get your whip flipped treatin' me average
Pop off, fuck your knockoff (Yeah)
Soufflé, whip your top off (Uh)
Bust in, jaw drop
Give your old girl somethin' to talk about
He go berserk when I'm walkin' out
He want dessert, cookie in his mouth
I make that shit look easy
They lookin' at me for the route

[Verse 1: Ty Bri]
I love me some Valentino (Yeah)
Them girls is plottin', we know (Uh-huh)
I'ma ski up, she get beat up
All while I rock Moschino
Bitches ain't fuckin' with me, though
Need my cream, no Frappuccino (Yeah)
Bitch better watch her step
This ain't no frat, but she know
I'ma go hard for them dollars (Queen)
Please do not take me to mama (No)
I buy my own designer (Yeah)
And I need like three or four commas (Uh-huh)
I wanna be on a jet (Yeah)
He do that shit for the set (Yeah)
Might let him call her collect
If you owe me, you payin' a debt, uh
I got him callin' me baby
He wanna be with me daily (Ooh)
Fur mink on me, I'm stylin' (What?)
Pussy pink with low mileage
I ain't got time to gossip
Can't get paid, don't tell me about it (Nah)
Get so high, might fuck on a pilot
He blew me, I blocked him, he callin' me private (Yeah)