[Verse 1: Audrey Rose]
Too many shots you wasn't ready
And the night it just beginning
Like when n***as can't hang with me
We keep turn it up, club lit as fuck
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 fucks
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 fucks
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***as coming from different direction
Hoping she give you a drink, n***a you thirsty (she flexin)
I just painted the picture of her nightlife
Let me describe you my n***as 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 bitch, 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