Baked Potato Juicy J
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[Intro]
Ayy, mane
Get that money, mane
Fuck that bitch, mane
You see what I'm sayin', mane?
You feel me, mane?
I got you, mane
Fuck with me mane, you know what I'm sayin'?
Pass that shit, mane
Yeah, mane
[Chorus]
Bread so old that it's molded (That it's molded)
Baked potato pockets, they loaded (They loaded)
I'm talked 'bout a nigga can't fold it (Can't fold it)
I throw the paper up, I can't hold it (Can't hold it)
Bread so old that it's molded (That it's molded)
Baked potato pockets, they loaded (They loaded)
I'm talked 'bout a nigga can't fold it (Can't fold it)
I throw the paper up, I can't hold it (Can't hold it)
[Verse 1]
Nigga, what you know about a million dollar play? (Play)
House so fuckin' big, hallways look like a maze (Maze)
I got to the money then got all my niggas paid
I'm too busy throwin' dollars to be out here throwin' shade (Nigga)
Whip the Rolls-Royce like that bitch a box Chevy, mane
If you ain't talkin' paper, then ain't nothing you can tell me (Ayy)
White chick, brand new ass, no belly (Ayy)
Bitch named Becky claim she don't give Becky (Ayy)
Well, bitch, get to steppin', I ain't with the games (Nah)
Cut from a different cloth, we are not the same (Stop lyin')
Heard them niggas yappin', disregard what they sayin'
I can go and buy a house and get your bodied with the change, why you playin', nigga?
Ayy, mane
Get that money, mane
Fuck that bitch, mane
You see what I'm sayin', mane?
You feel me, mane?
I got you, mane
Fuck with me mane, you know what I'm sayin'?
Pass that shit, mane
Yeah, mane
[Chorus]
Bread so old that it's molded (That it's molded)
Baked potato pockets, they loaded (They loaded)
I'm talked 'bout a nigga can't fold it (Can't fold it)
I throw the paper up, I can't hold it (Can't hold it)
Bread so old that it's molded (That it's molded)
Baked potato pockets, they loaded (They loaded)
I'm talked 'bout a nigga can't fold it (Can't fold it)
I throw the paper up, I can't hold it (Can't hold it)
[Verse 1]
Nigga, what you know about a million dollar play? (Play)
House so fuckin' big, hallways look like a maze (Maze)
I got to the money then got all my niggas paid
I'm too busy throwin' dollars to be out here throwin' shade (Nigga)
Whip the Rolls-Royce like that bitch a box Chevy, mane
If you ain't talkin' paper, then ain't nothing you can tell me (Ayy)
White chick, brand new ass, no belly (Ayy)
Bitch named Becky claim she don't give Becky (Ayy)
Well, bitch, get to steppin', I ain't with the games (Nah)
Cut from a different cloth, we are not the same (Stop lyin')
Heard them niggas yappin', disregard what they sayin'
I can go and buy a house and get your bodied with the change, why you playin', nigga?
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