Baker Lyrics

Bread on the rise, call my voice yeast, I've been coughing through these clouds

Cause I just smoked trees

Got my blunt packed, there ain't a loose leaf

Thumbing through these papers, I'm making money

Counting digits up while they asking for favors

Bread in my hands, bitch, I'm a big baker

Marijuana clouds with a fruity flavor

Got your bitch sucking on me like I'm a now and later

Like a now and later, I'm built to last

Fuck with me, I'll put my foot in your ass

Beat you to the floor, snatch up whatever cash in your pockets

Then I'm gone just like a flash

Like a flash of light, I leave your retinas hurting

Patting on my wallet like my bag keep on burping

Honey's on my arm, all these hoes just keep flirting

But I know who's real, so the fake ones keep on yearning

Earning all this money and taking what I don't

They all see me do it, so why you say I won't

Make you choke and cry, leave you wondering why

Your money ain't up, shit, my dough is on the rise

Bread on the rise, call my voice yeast, I've been coughing through these clouds

Cause I just smoked trees

Got my blunt packed, there ain't a loose leaf

Thumbing through these papers, I'm making money

Counting digits up while they asking for favors

Bread in my hands, bitch, I'm a big baker

Marijuana clouds with a fruity flavor

Got your bitch sucking on me like I'm a now and later

Bread on the rise, call my voice yeast, I've been coughing through these clouds

Cause I just smoked trees

Got my blunt packed, there ain't a loose leaf

Thumbing through these papers, I'm making money

Counting digits up while they asking for favors

Bread in my hands, bitch, I'm a big baker

Marijuana clouds with a fruity flavor

Got your bitch sucking on me like I'm a now and later