Anita Baker - Brianna Perry

Ridin' down Crenshaw and Rosecrans

Caviar lookin' like toejam

Traded the McLaren for a wedding band

Ride still drippin', that’s an avalanche

Writin' love songs, on my shit again

Billie Holliday with the piano man

Talkin' to the Balmain veteran

At the White House, buckin' like let us in, let us in

Sprinkle a little truth, heard the lies in

Clive Davis party, let mom in

Same hotel Whitney died in

Feel like the room let God in

Still talkin' out my heart, love sayin' though

Boy, paint a picture, yeah, Van Gough

Treat the Saint Regis like a bando

Rose petals on the floor, purple candles

On the PJ in my PJ’s, out the PJ’s

These days I’m in Privé with the PA

Need bae, snuck the forty-forty in the club

Still talkin' dirty money, left a ring around the tub, let it marinate

Yeah, let it marinate

Strange fruit hangin' from a rope, take note

Out here movin' units like dope, take note

I been on my diva shit, Anita Baker

I been gettin' so much bread, I need a baker

I need a baker

Yeah, I need a baker, yeah

Stars on the roof, pledge allegiance

Bellhopper tryna buy a freed

Ever go broke, God let it be

Made money but you can’t buy a legacy

Young bitch, but I’m so old school

Move the work like I do Pro Tools

Bow your head when you listen, this soul food

I had the H2O since '02

Bitch, I been flew, I’m a movie, hit info

Came a long way from the Pinto

Now I do the pent' floor, and the view is amazin'

Old hoes better go and turn into raisans

Pray for 'em

In the glam and I slay for 'em

I’m the Lauryn Hill in a new form

Greatest story never told, pray I make it though

They be prayin' shit fold, but you should talk to God 'bout somethin' better

Lactose but I’m still gettin' to the cheddar

Ten degrees in the winter but he still sweat her

Caught up in the rapture

Glad my daddy stuck around or I would’ve been a bastard

And my mama get a Porsche

It would’ve been some hard times if she got that abortion

Off the porch, now I think about a Porsche

Call me Ms. Perry and Ms. Parker

Had the brains, but not money for Harvard

I don’t know a doctor

I don’t know nobody who went to an opera

I just learned how to cut, stay proper

Strange fruit hangin' from a rope, take note

Out here movin' units like dope, take note

I been on my diva shit, Anita Baker

I been gettin' so much bread, I need a baker

I need a baker

Yeah, I need a baker, yeah

Stars on the roof, pledge allegiance

Bellhopper tryna buy a freed

Ever go broke, God let it be

Made money but you can’t buy a legacy