"Butter" lyrics

Baby's trying to make that bread
But money's really more like butter
Gotta learn to spread it thin
So you don't always have to wonder
When the next check's coming in
Will it keep me out of the gutter
Which envelope I open
Will be the one that puts me under
When all I wanna do is make cake
With all that butter

Cause the sweetest things all call for it
And it all melts away so quick
Too much of it makes me sick
But I'm always needing more of it