Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
I got the salt, I got the butter
Coupe color, doo doo brown, nutter butter
In the gutter, day and night, kid cuda
Young thugga, gotta eat, big suppa
Big momma, take her home make lova
Shoot movie, Will Ferrel, Paul Rudda
Rich milly, bed got gucci cover
North Philly, ain't that where Meek from-a?
Big foreign, pull it out the garaga
Paparazzi, feelin like Lady Gaga
My walla, stuffed like empanada
I got the magic, voilla, you know I gotta-
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that, cake
You bitches suck, give em an udder
Doors open, vertically, car flutter
Mars native, Margiela muh'fucka
Mark my words, hit a billion like I'm Mark Zucker
Big news, tuckin' now a tum tucker
Sugar momma, turn you to a gum sucker
Nine zeroes, still a really big number
These bitches wouldn't get jack, get lumber
More water, needs milk needs sugar
More coco, half cup pure vanilla
Out the oven, mittens on, need the chilla
Big cake, I can feed it to a bride-zilla
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Patty cake, patty cake, bakers man
Bake them cakes as fast as you can
Soon as you done put the money in my hand
I'm get to work, get to work
Patty cake, patty cake, bakers man
Bake them cakes as fast as you can
Soon as you done put the money in my hand
I'm get to work, get to work
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
Make that cake, make that cake
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