lirik lagu juicy j - baked potato
[intro]
ayy, mane
get that money, mane
f~ck that b~tch, mane
you see what i’m sayin’, mane?
you feel me, mane?
i got you, mane
f~ck with me mane, you know what i’m sayin’?
pass that sh~t, 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 n~gga 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 n~gga can’t fold it (can’t fold it)
i throw the paper up, i can’t hold it (can’t hold it)
[verse 1]
n~gga, what you know about a million dollar play? (play)
house so f~ckin’ big, hallways look like a maze (maze)
i got to the money then got all my n~ggas paid
i’m too busy throwin’ dollars to be out here throwin’ shade (n~gga)
whip the rolls~royce like that b~tch 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)
b~tch named becky claim she don’t give becky (ayy)
well, b~tch, get to steppin’, i ain’t with the games (nah)
cut from a different cloth, we are not the same (stop lyin’)
heard them n~ggas yappin’, disregard what they sayin’
i can go and buy a house and get your bodied with the change, why you playin’, n~gga?
[chorus]
bread so old that it’s molded (that it’s molded)
baked potato pockets, they loaded (they loaded)
i’m talked ’bout a n~gga 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 n~gga can’t fold it (can’t fold it)
i throw the paper up, i can’t hold it (can’t hold it)
[verse 2]
a n~gga better chase this money like his life depend on it (on it)
hustle like your kids and your wife depend on it (they need you)
blue paper with a dead white man on it (president)
if you don’t chase the money day and night, you don’t want it (wait)
you lookin’ for a g, you got the right man (right man)
i’m a f~ck and leave her money on the nightstand, sh~t
hotter than a motherf~ckin’ fryin’ pan (fryin’ pan)
and my weed loud enough to be a hype man (flavor flav)
i got that loud by the acre, my house a couple of acres
i can see the city, but still can’t see you haters (haters)
one h~ll of a view, i been bringin’ home the bacon
whip white as sour cream, this that loaded baked potato, what you sayin’?
[chorus]
bread so old that it’s molded (that it’s molded)
baked potato pockets, they loaded (they loaded)
i’m talked ’bout a n~gga 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 n~gga can’t fold it (can’t fold it)
i throw the paper up, i can’t hold it (can’t hold it)
[outro]
can’t hold all that sh~t
you know what i’m sayin’?
i’ma tell all my young n~ggas, mane
go for the check, mane
f~ck the other bullsh~t, bro, go for the check
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