Baked Potato lyrics

[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'ma 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 hell 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