Roscoe Dash 2.0 - Bread Winnners lyrics

[Roscoe Dash 2.0] Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds [Verse 1 - Roscoe Dash 2.0 & JasonTheKid] Wait, my head spinning BSOP, that's bread spending They pay admission just to pay attention I stay with pictures like they prescription Pray too for me, I pop them all Usually I don't stop at all We got bottles up and I need a cup I got b**hes all on my co*k and balls That's crazy, ain't it? MTV made we famous Got more b**hes than a gay parade And might change my name When I would say so, mean it b**h, what my name is? Dummy, bout to go and cop some sh** with this money Free falling, we balling, we get those stalks and jacks with that honey Through the four lanes at play, boy, bunny I wanna get drunk and play more for me JTK done crashed his ba** so I had more seats (?) Bakery (?) Baby, please make a scene Can't you see I got ancient fees I could take a leak, look at all the bread that it's making me [Hook - Roscoe Dash 2.0] Bread winners, all this bread that bread give us All this dough, every day is Christmas Shut it down, they can't stay in business Bread winners, picked up and eleven All these girls, they head givers They play with us, oh Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds I spend it Motherf**er, I get it Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds Motherf**er, I spend it, ran with it Shut it down and can't stamp in it [Verse 2 - Roscoe Dash 2.0 & JasonTheKid] Watch this go off All these girls with they clothes off My other girls gonna let me know When she's pulling off, that's a close call You know it's fall when them dollars fall And I dream of genie, Taj Mahal Chick, private charter, Niagara Falls Mick Jagger devil, hit and all Grab my team like I'm lifting weight Pop a bottle in this b**h ace So many f**ing vixens on this sh**, who's this kid Since (?) Got the whole world wishing that they knew our king, damn Money ball like Brad Pitt Money call, I pick up, I ain't never had sh** Got this, now I really gotta have that sh** Gotta get cash, stack it and that's it Pull that weight, mula be, the only thing motherf**er wanna do like we Two songs and you maufaucker threw like (?) Now you n***as ain't getting no money, b**h n***a, my'weed strong, roll it We gonna be on, you know it JTK go, own it, sounds so special, n***a done it So full of myself, need to throw up Go nuts, snap whenever that beat comes on f** you, f** you, f** you, f** you I'm out, leave me alone [Hook - Roscoe Dash 2.0] Bread winners, all this bread that bread give us All this dough, every day is Christmas Shut it down, they can't stay in business Bread winners, picked up and eleven All these girls, they head givers They play with us, oh Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds I spend it Motherf**er, I get it Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds Motherf**er, I spend it, ran with it Shut it down and can't stamp in it Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds Money, money, money, money, money, money Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds