[Intro: Brisco]
Flo Rida got a story to tell (story to tell, story to tell)

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
There once was a man that lived in a shoe
Next to a bakery that I knew
His excuse, he had a sweet tooth
Ever since the days of his youth
I love cake, he said me too
Tastes so good I drive in the coupe (Every day)
Traffic come through (every day)
Capture that loot
For some strange reason, that shop never close
And everybody leave have powder on thеy nose
Dunk in line, Betty Crockеr bank row

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We eatin' every day, go check my resume
I'm blowing Mary Jane, off in this 7 tre
Yea I got 20 whips, close to 40 women
So I get plenty lips, I love swimmin'
I'm shinin' every day, you shinin' once a year
Multi millionaire, I had a monster year
We own monster trucks, so ya we crush yea haters
Never squashin beef, got too much pape
You don't know, you better look around
Poe boy's the biggest crooks in town
Hood n***as like put me down
Fifty grand just to put me now
Rollin up on the good weed now
Who you hoes call and fuck me now
Baddest chicks wanna fuck me now
They screamin' loud like it's a damn touchdown
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
I could spend a hundred thousand in a day
Getting cake every day, every day (every day)
Comin through yo hood in that 7 tre
Getting cake every day (er day), every day (every day)
I told ya'll, I don't want no cake on my birthday
I want my cake er day (man), er day (man)
I could spend a hundred thousand in a day
Getting cake every day (every day), every day (every day)

[Verse 3: Flo Rida]
I don't want cake on the day I was born
I want my cake like I woke up in yawn
Flo Rida fought like a cat play with yarn
Look at my stacks I hatin the thorn
Rubber bands on the hundred grand
I'm in love with that cake from oven man
I'm in a trap with a bakin' that oven man
Cristal, rose keep bubblin'
If you ain't talkin' bout your birthday
You ain't probably had cake in the first place
I go hard until the block get first aid
Do my part and Poe Boy my birth place stallin the block like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
I'm still in the hood, ain't got away
Carol City all good in M.I.A
I'm on my grind, I gotta have my dunk in line's
Betty Crocker on my mind, everyday, 365
Flo Rida own the bakery line
Look at them? chasin me now
I'm gettin domes for basically dimes
Do what I want I got dollar signs
[Chorus: Flo Rida]
I could spend a hundred thousand in a day
Getting cake every day, every day (every day)
Comin through yo hood in that 7 tre
Getting cake every day (er day), every day (every day)
I told ya'll, I don't want no cake on my birthday
I want my cake er day (man), er day (man)
I could spend a hundred thousand in a day
Getting cake every day (every day), every day (every day)

[Verse 4: Brisco]
Happy Birthday, baby
What's your birth place, where your birth ma
What's your zodiac and birthday day
Who gettin money, that's the only cake I ever knew
50 thousand the closest thing to candles I ever blew
I close my eyes, made a wish and it came true
Now I'm rockin clubs, arenas and all the bigger venues
Everyday we ballin', tippin that Phantom price
Hit the club I come out wearin all the ice
I know the wrist enticing, like the Bentley bright
Somthin like a big song lightin it, wrist came hard
And I can do it again, see Flo Rida like my brother
Yeah, he my twin

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
I could spend a hundred thousand in a day
Getting cake every day, every day (every day)
Comin through yo hood in that 7 tre
Getting cake every day (er day), every day (every day)
I told ya'll, I don't want no cake on my birthday
I want my cake er day (man), er day (man)
I could spend a hundred thousand in a day
Getting cake every day (every day), every day (every day)
[Outro: Rick Ross]
Boss
Yeah, it's a hit baby
Flo Rida, we rich homie
Poe Boy Entertainment
Ricky Ross, Triple C's
We eatin every day man, don't get that fucked up
We got the maybachs on deck, V12's on deck
S 65's on deck and yachts on deck
Yeah, boss