[Verse 1: Audrey Rose]
Too many shots you wasn't ready
And the night it just beginning
Like when n*ggas can't hang with me
We keep turn it up, club lit as f*ck
Now just let that 808 drop
Bottle service, that's a given
Sparks they flying, all through our section
In our zone, so yeah we're felxin'
Why y'all over there just standing, pretending
Every night my girls we do this
A couple baddies and come cuties
No hating in my clip, zero f*cks
We don't give none, let them bubbles hit thm lips
[Hook: Audrey Rose]
Sippin' champagne in my breakfast
And we're still in our party dresses
[Bridge: Audrey Rose] (x2)
Cake up laced up, no fakers around here
Cake up laced up, no fakers around here
[Verse 2: Audrey Rose]
My body covered all in gold player
No feeling around here, I'm so cold player
The only change you'll see is my necklace
Can't cuff me, yeah I said it
So click with it, sick with it
Straight up OJ, no sippin' it
Follow me close you still ain't gettin' it
No hating in my clip, zero f*cks
We don't give none, let them bubbles hit them lips
[Hook] + [Bridge (x2)]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Manolo Rose]
10am on the wake up
First of cinema, get her cake up
No filter, ass flat, she don't know hot to be a faker
I described her look on the wake up
Let em paint you a picture of her nightlife
Dior dress fit like a glove, and the shoes like she stepped in blood
The sparkers they come to her section, n*ggas coming from different direction
Hoping she give you a drink, n*gga you thirsty (she flexin)
I just painted the picture of her nightlife
Let me describe you my n*ggas what my night like
Mr and Mrs Rose, [?] when she wanna sleep
Slik sheets meeting in my bedroom, y'ain't what she tryna freak
I just painted the picture of a bad b*tch, y'ain the one I'm tryna keep, my God
[Bridge (x2)]
[Outro] (x2)
My ladies taste it
My fellas taste it
My homies taste it