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

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