Bakery
If I ever, ever, ever go broke
Hell no I can't ever go broke
If it ain't about a bag I can't go
Fuck around and have to kick down the door
I'm in here workin so my nigga what you want
Fake niggas always blowin up my phone
I ain't a candle but a nigga bout to blow
In the bakery I'm all about some dough
Aye
Got some cake with me
These nigga talk a lot but dawg that shit all make believe
Come Up City nigga welcome to my agency
When I step up in the buildin better take a leave
You ain't the boss my dude you cappin better take a knee
I'm at the top this shit feel good I think it's made for me
I been balling perfect jumper like I'm in the league
I came a long way from hoopin on the B team
If you ain't about that grind then nigga stay away from me
I been shittin on these niggas since I was a teen
Handkerchief up in my pocket how I stay clean
All this dope a nigga spit he need a triple beam
He going hard as fuck somebody call a double team
I pull that bitch from off the hip I'm feeling like The Bean
H-Town nigga need my stacks on Yao Ming
Big gas smoke two and a half Charlie Sheen
Boy I'm flyer than a bird I feel like Jeff Teague
If I ever, ever, ever go broke
Hell no I can't ever go broke
If it ain't about a bag I can't go
Fuck around and have to kick down the door
I'm in here workin so my nigga what you want
Fake niggas always blowin up my phone
I ain't a candle but a nigga bout to blow
In the bakery I'm all about some dough
Hell no I can't ever go broke
If it ain't about a bag I can't go
Fuck around and have to kick down the door
I'm in here workin so my nigga what you want
Fake niggas always blowin up my phone
I ain't a candle but a nigga bout to blow
In the bakery I'm all about some dough
Aye
Got some cake with me
These nigga talk a lot but dawg that shit all make believe
Come Up City nigga welcome to my agency
When I step up in the buildin better take a leave
You ain't the boss my dude you cappin better take a knee
I'm at the top this shit feel good I think it's made for me
I been balling perfect jumper like I'm in the league
I came a long way from hoopin on the B team
If you ain't about that grind then nigga stay away from me
I been shittin on these niggas since I was a teen
Handkerchief up in my pocket how I stay clean
All this dope a nigga spit he need a triple beam
He going hard as fuck somebody call a double team
I pull that bitch from off the hip I'm feeling like The Bean
H-Town nigga need my stacks on Yao Ming
Big gas smoke two and a half Charlie Sheen
Boy I'm flyer than a bird I feel like Jeff Teague
If I ever, ever, ever go broke
Hell no I can't ever go broke
If it ain't about a bag I can't go
Fuck around and have to kick down the door
I'm in here workin so my nigga what you want
Fake niggas always blowin up my phone
I ain't a candle but a nigga bout to blow
In the bakery I'm all about some dough
Credits
Writer(s): Aaryn Hill
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