Starbucks lyrics

Money comin' in, gotta count it, it’s a must

Since you smokin' niggas, that's a Hot Cheeto puff

All these niggas do is walk around like they tough

’Til a nigga get shot like Mussolin's butt

Fuck all that shit, I don't gotta act hard (Nah)

21 and I'm walkin' with a black card (Yeah)

Ran up a check, I should be a track star

He ain't eatin' right, so I make the cat fart

Right on that nigga face (Haha)

Should've 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 (Stand out)

Cookie jar bitches got they hands out (Hands out)

If you don't answer, then I’m at your man's house (Man's house)

Nickname, "Get More," 'cause he ran out

What trends have you set? Can I ask? (Can I ask?)

Rockin’ lace fronts but you come in last

Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag (What?)

Same bitch wear 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 fear demons

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 (Hahaha)

So much money, I don't know what to do with it (Do with it)

Might fuck around, tie my shoe with it (Shoe with it)

Same-ass me with a new image (New image)

We all know why shorty tooth missin'

I get straight to it, I don't stall (I don't stall)

Edges on Mr. Clean, bitch, bald (Bald head)

You said that pussy tighter than a straw

But he told me he couldn't even feel it raw

Okay, um, hello

Scared 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 stay booked like the Bible (Bible)

In these streets, I'm so liable

To tote that rifle and send hoes 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 can never be a letdown, save that for the hair up on 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

• Artist:CupcakKe
• Album:Eden