We made into the club
So I could find some talent brah
Point out them haters, they gonn get to gallop bra
Everyday it's a new b**h on the calendar
Bring out some rack so I could f**in stylin yeah
That bread, bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread
Getting head, getting f**ing head, getting f**ing bread
Bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread
Getting head, getting f**ing head, getting f**ing bread
I don't sleep, never in the bed, never in the bed
Unless I'm sleep, with your baby mom, getting f**in mad
In the trap, countin f**in bread, countin f**in bread
Tryina creep, feel that f**ing head, feel that f**in led
I be gone on these b**hes, countin all of my riches
That a** big I mean so big, might bend it over them slippers
Broke talk don't feel this
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Your girl love all of my b**hes
We in the club, we spend a mill
Before the feds can get us
Celebrate myself, yeah I'm proud of me
Mami put your lips on me, that's the policy
Yeah your boy spit crack, now let's try a key
She don't want me stay ...just swallow me
Might have met her in compton, might have met her in the east side
Name is ... b**h, I'ma show you how we ride
Ghost parked outside, just me and my chica
I don't know about y'all, but me and my n***as we ride
See you made into the club
So I could find some talent brah
Point out them haters, they gonn get to gallop bra
Everyday it's a new b**h on the calendar
Bring out some rack so I could f**in stylin yeah
That bread, bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread
Getting head, getting f**ing head, getting f**ing bread
Bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread
Getting head, getting f**ing head, getting f**ing bread
I'm f**ing head, I'm bout that bread, that f**ing bread
I'm bout that bread I said b**h please
Don't bite the head, don't bite the head
Now bring your friend, just bring your friend
Come bless me please, y'all both go in
Y'all both go in, oh lucky me
I'm on that certified boom bullsh**
Rip to my old b**h
f** you and your whole team
Can't defend against my office
Step aside of my office, you wanna roll with that black mob
You wanna ride with them real n***as
Wanna live better ask god
Fast cars like nascar, blast off like nasa
Be a part of that mafia, machine gun in the black r
We bout bread, n***a f** fame
Ron Brows with the champagne
30 b**hes, 30 ...we live that, it's not a game
We made into the club
So I could find some talent brah
Point out them haters, they gonn get to gallop bra
Everyday it's a new b**h on the calendar
Bring out some rack so I could f**in stylin yeah
That bread, bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread
Getting head, getting f**ing head, getting f**ing bread
Bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread, bout that f**ing bread
Getting head, getting f**ing head, getting f**ing bread