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Bread so old that it's moldy. Baked potato pockets stay loaded. I'm talkin' 'bout a nigga can't fold it. I throw the paper up, I can't hold it. Bread so that it's moldy. Baked potato pockets stay loaded. I'm talkin' 'bout a nigga can't fold it. I throw the paper up, I can't hold it. Nigga, you know about a million dollar plan? House so fuckin' big, hallway look like a maze. I got to the money then got all my Niggas paid. I'm too busy throwin' dollars to be Out here throwin' shade. Whip the Rolls Royce, let that bitch up out Chevy. If you ain't talkin' paper, Then ain't nothin' you can tell me. White chick, brand new ass, no belly. Bitch named Becky claim she don't get necky. But bitch get to steppin'. I ain't with the games. Cut from a different cloth, we are not the Same. Heard them niggas gattin', Disregard what they sayin'. I can go and buy a house and get You bodied with the change. Why you playin'? Bread so old that it's moldy. Baked potato pockets stay loaded. I'm talkin' 'bout a nigga can't fold it. I throw the paper up, I can't hold it.