Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - Bake Sale lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J + Wiz Khalifa] Mr. Captain You ready again bro? Yeah! TGOD Mafia Straight out of Pittsburgh, mane Can't smoke weed to it Don't doubt this n***a I don't wanna listen to it He the truth, n***a [Hook: Travi$ Scott] At my bake sale yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah Lovin', havin' s**, hell yeah All day, hell yeah We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah [Bridge: Travis Scott] I've been on the phone, hell yeah Gettin' calls from home, hell yeah So I started up a bake sale, yeah They know I got all the cake, hell yeah [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Cookies and OG Come to my crib, we blow by the Os Kush, you already know It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it I keep a b**h gettin' stoned We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J She told me that I'm her new favorite How much do we blaze? A hundred a day Say they got the good but what the pack smell like? Feel like it's a dream but now we back to real life It's incredible I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles All sh** you never saw And it's all at my bake sale Roll another one, help me think well I stay with the plane I'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to this Let's turn on the stove and call up some hoes Let's roll up and do this sh** [Hook: Travi$ Scott] At my bake sale yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah Lovin', havin' s**, hell yeah All day, hell yeah We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I just rolled a pound at my bake sale b**hes goin' down at my bake sale I just keep it real, I don't fake well n***as say they on, well I can't tell I just f**ed three hoes, I don't know their name p**y come and p**y go, it's all the same I'm rollin' up the weed while I count the cake Naked b**hes in the kitchen, shake 'n' bake What you think? I'm on this dank, I'm off that drank I often blaze an ounce a day You at my crib, it's no mistake Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces Gla**es, lighters, torches, spark it, anything that matters You can get it all right here at my [Hook: Travi$ Scott] At my bake sale yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah Lovin', havin' s**, hell yeah All day, hell yeah We've been countin' cake, hell yeah Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah We can't wait to bake, hell yeah [Outro: Wiz Khalifa + Travis Scott] Roll, roll one up Get a J, make a plane, now we goin' up All day, every day, we ain't roll enough Get a pound, break it down, get them cones though It's goin' down, goin' down I'ma roll one up Get a J, make a plane, now we goin' up All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough I'm on the K, K, stoned as f** At my bake sale yeah