[Intro: Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott]
Mister Cap
You ready again, bro?
Yeah!
TGOD Mafia (Cut it up)
Straight out of Pittsburgh, man
Can't smoke weed to it
Don't doubt this n***a
I don't wanna listen to it
He the truth, n***a
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J]
At my bake sale, yeah (You know it)
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah (Ha-ha)
Lovin' having sex, hell yeah (Let's go, let's go)
All day, hell yeah (Uh huh, all day)
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin')
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (What you say, bro?)

[Bridge: Travis Scott, Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I've been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mh-hm; Yeah)
Gettin' calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeah
They know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
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 bitch 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 shit 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 shit (Yeah, ho)

[Chorus: Travis Scott, Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
At my bake sale, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah; You know it)
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Hahahaha)
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin' having sex, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho)
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin')
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Uh)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J]
I just rolled a pound at my bake sale
Bitches goin' down at my bake sale
I just keep it real, I don't fake well (Tell 'em)
N***as say they on, well, I can't tell (Tell 'em)
I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name (Tell 'em)
Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same (You chose)
Rollin' up the weed while I count the cake
Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n bake (Yeah)
What you think? I'm off this dank, I'm off this drank
I often blaze an ounce a day
You at my crib, it's no mistake (Mh-hm)
Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces
Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that matters
You can get it all right here

[Chorus: Travis Scott, Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
At my bake sale, yeah (Woo)
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Fuck)
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah (Mister Cap; Yeah, yeah; Does it again)
Lovin' having sex, hell yeah (Let me hear that shit)
All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho)
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin')
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa & Travis Scott]
Roll, roll one up
Got 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 stuffed
It's goin' down, goin' down
I'ma roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough
I'm on the KK, stoned as fuck
At my bake sale, yeah