CupcakKe - Starbucks

Money comin' on, gotta count it, it's a must
Citrus smokin' niggas, that's a Hot Cheeto Puff
All these niggas do is walk around like they tough
'Til a nigga get shot like Mussolini's butt
Fuck all that shit, I don't gotta act hard
21, and I'm walkin' with a black card
Ran up a check, I should be track star
He ain't eatin' right, so I make the cat fart
Right on that nigga face
Shoulda saw his expression, look like he got maced
Fuck what that nigga say (Fuck him, fuck him)
Shoes untied, but I still win a race
I'm on a whole 'nother level, bitch, I stand out
Cookie jar bitches got they hands out
If you don't answer, then I'm at your man's house
Nickname "Get More" 'cause he ran out
What trends have you set? Can I ask?
Rockin' lace fronts, but you come in last
Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag
Sayin', "Bitch, where are clothes with a tag?"
Weak-ass music got my ear bleedin'
My bitches don't jump, we ain't cheerleadin'
Noise in the crib, I don't feel things
Claimin' they woke, but they still dreamin'

Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup
Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks
When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck
Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks

So much money, I don't know what to do with it
Might fuck around, tie my shoe with it
Same-ass me with a new image
We all know why shorty tooth missin'
I get straight to it, I don't stall
Edges on Mr. Clean, bitch bald
You said that pussy tighter than a straw
But he told me he couldn't even fill it raw
Okay, um, hello
Scare bitch, scarecrow
Some of my nails broke 'cause I made her eye match her elbow
Wait, ain't got time for no rival (Rival)
I say book like the Bible (Bible)
In these streets, I'm so liable
To tote that rifle and send souls higher than the Eiffel
Shit never stop like a hot mom
I'm here to the end like dot com
Rastas pull up like, "Wagwan?"
Let me know if you need a new shotgun
I'm like, okay, merch that, uncle
Too much money, how can I be humble?
I could never be a letdown, save that for the hair upon Rapunzel

Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup
Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks
When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck
Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks

Written by:
Elizabeth Harris

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