a“Sipping champagne in my breakfast
And we still in our party dresses
Cake up, laced up, no fakers, around here
Cake up, laced up, no fakers, around here

My body covered all in gold plain
No feeling around here I’m so cold player
Really change you sees my necklace
Can’t cuff me yeah I said it
So stick with it, straight up no jay sipping it
Follow me close you still ain’t getting it
No hating in my crib, zero f*cks we don’t give
Now let them bubbles hit them lips”

About The Author

Bianca Alysse is a creatively driven Bronx-born writer and editor. Before becoming The Knockturnal‘s music editor she served as Latina‘s creative coordinator and was a contributor at Billboard. The Boricua scribe has a lengthy resume in the music industry and has penned for Universal Music Publishing Group, Epic Records, G.O.O.D. Music, Compound Entertainment, Artistry & Récords, and Arcade Creative Group. Her work has been seen on platforms like VIBE, mitú, TIDAL, Remezcla, and behind the scenes at New York Fashion Week. As an independent contractor, she has written for Sony Music Entertainment’s global business affairs department, Warner Music Group, and currently Roc Nation.

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