Lyrics Make That Cake - LunchMoney Lewis, Doja Cat

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
I got the salt, I got the butter
Coupe color, doo-doo brown, nutter butter
In the gutter, day and night, Kid Cud-a
Young thugga, gotta eat, big suppa
Big Mama, take her home make love-a
Shoot movie, Will Ferrell, Paul Rudd-a
Rich milli, bed got Gucci cover
North Philly, ain’t that where Meek from-a?
Big foreign, pull it out the garag-a
Paparazzi, feelin' like Lady Gaga
My wallet, stuffed like empanada
I got the magic, voila, 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, Takanawa, Tom Tucker
Sugar Mama, turn you to a thumb sucker
Nine zeroes, still a really big number
These bitches wouldn’t get jack, get lumber
More water, needs milk, needs sugar
More cocoa, half cup, pure vanilla
Out the oven, mittens on, need a chiller
Big cake, I could 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’ma 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’ma 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