Fijimacintosh
Bakery
[Intro]
Is that what's happenin', my n***a?
Mm

[Chorus]
Married to the money, I don't even need a ring
I talk to the plug through a can and a string
All this motherfuckin' cake on me, feel like a bakery
All these motherfuckin' diamonds on me, they clean, no Listerine
Tryna save myself, I need some help
I designered my belt, I can't help myself (Yeah)
Y'ain't talking 'bout nothing, y'ain't gettin' no money
I been gettin' money from Monday to Sunday

[Verse]
Push-button start, I ain't even need a key
I been gettin' so damn fly, I had to spread my wings
All these n***as, they cap right now, that's somethin' I just can't be (No cap)
Me and my n***as ain't industry, we really in the streets
Dip, lean, swag, got your bitch in my bag
Double-C on my ass, boy, this way above your class
I took your bitch and we did the twister (Yeah)
Diamonds, they cold on my neck like a blizzard (Yeah)
Push up in Bentley, big B in the Fisker
I hang with the slimes, them n***as some lizards
[Chorus]
Married to the money, I don't even need a ring
I talk to the plug through a can and a string
All this motherfuckin' cake on me, feel like a bakery
All these motherfuckin' diamonds on me, they clean, no Listerine
Tryna save myself, I need some help
I designered my belt, I can't help myself (Yeah)
Y'ain't talking 'bout nothing, y'ain't gettin' no money
I been gettin' money from Monday to Sunday