Ice Spice - TTYL Lyrics

(Grrah, grrah, grrah)

First thing when I wake up (grrah)
I make sure my cake up (cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah)
Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, bitches be faker (grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (grrah, hehe)
Just gettin' that paper (grrah)

Gettin' that paper like I never had it (like)
Empty the store is my only bad habit (grrah)
Empty the clip if them bitches want static (work)
Shakin' that shit, so he wanna grab it (grrah)
I tell his bitch to go play in some traffic (work)
Five stars when I'm lunchin' (lunchin')
Bad bitch, so he munchin' (munchin')
Shoot a movie at Dunkin
I'm a brand, it's nothin' (nothin')
I'm a star on TV (grrah)
All in my face, what them bitches won't see (grrah)
All in my comments, they suckin' my D
Shakin' my head, I be suckin' my teeth, please
Like, I know I'm that bitch who that bitch wanna be, grrah

First thing when I wake up (grrah)
I make sure my cake up (cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah)
Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, bitches be faker (grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (grrah, hehe)
Just gettin' that paper (grrah)

Talkin' shit on the net, I'ma drag her (drag her)
No call for that bitch, like, why would I tag her? (Why?)
That's why her man wanna play in my clappers (clappers)
We in the V and we playin' my slappers, damn
It's baddies galore (whoa)
She lookin' right in that Christian Dior
And I don't even drink, but I'm lettin' her pour, grrah
She shake it, shake it (shake it)
Gettin' naked, naked (naked)
Be on my live, tryna throw me his stick
And I'm cappin' to him like I know how to take it (like)
It's cool, I'ma fake it (fake it)
I just let him taste it
He talkin' nice, so I'm lettin' him crack it
I'm throwin' it back, I'm like, "Baby, don't break it" (break it)

First thing when I wake up (grrah)
I make sure my cake up (cake up)
I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah)
Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, bitches be faker (grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (grrah, hehe)
Just gettin' that paper (grrah)

(Like)
(Like, I'ma talk to you later)
(Grrah, gettin' that paper)
(Talk to you later)
(Grrah, I'ma talk to you later)
(Grrah, I be gettin' that paper)