Bakery

I been in a bakery, I'm trynna stack my dough
I keep my laces tied, I ain't trippin' off a hoe
I'm finna knock that pussy out like I be knockin' on the door
And that bitch wetter than the ocean so I had to buy a boat
She be flashin' me like paparazzi do with they lil' cameras
Imma climb to the top but I don't need to use no ladder
She said I light up her world but honestly that shit don't matter
Imma get to the bag and you gon' see my pockets fatter, pockets fatter no

I rise like the sun but I rep for the Veg' on the west side
I pull out the dick, now she askin' me for a lil' test drive
She saw me, she like me, she pull up her bra and then show me her headlights
I'm sippin' on gin and tonic while I'm cruisin' the air on my next flight
They don't understand, don't know why I do this
Ain't '86 but a young homie gettin' ruthless
They think 'cuz I'm cool they can play me like I'm fuckin' stupid
I'm the king of the 'Veg and that shit gon' be left undisputed, woah
I done seen a lot of people turn they backs
And I done seen a lot of people gettin' stabbed
I'll never trust a soul and that's just fuckin' facts
And I put it on my mama, Imma get these racks
I been ridin' solo, up and down like a yo-yo
Leanin' like I'm a cholo, these bitches be takin' photos
Flexin' but I got more though, keep that shit on the low low
Anybody got problems, I'll hit you up with the .44

I been in a bakery, I'm trynna stack my dough
I keep my laces tied, I ain't trippin' off a hoe
I'm finna knock that pussy out like I be knockin' on the door
And that bitch wetter than the ocean so I had to buy a boat
She be flashin' me like paparazzi do with they lil' cameras
Imma climb to the top but I don't need to use no ladder
She said I light up her world but honestly that shit don't matter
Imma get to the bag and you gon' see my pockets fatter, pockets fatter no



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Inoue
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