Unknown Artist - Breadwinner lyrics

Flow like a river Hoping God's a forgiver So I don't go to Hell for living life as a sinner True breadwinner Eat you for dinner I didn't mean breakfast I'm always on the guest list I'm coming up Nobody would have guessed this Lethal raps coming from a chic that's chestless If I was on the bus back then I'd get nexted But now I'm so hot that I'm screaming I'm the bestest I had to steal this beat that Mr. West did Cause when I'm in the booth I get so reckless Tell me where my check is I get paper Say you found your next chic You're in danger I don't get rejected I get savored Gone and put your hands up in the ayer Get jiggy wit it You look like Ms. Piggy get it You fat and a f**ing midget That's why you don't get no digits I get the digits on command Look at all this money in my muthaf**ing hand This ain't no sad a** song Just a sad a** beat I live in Westville but you live on a sad a** street You got your outfit looking like a tragedy My outfit look like it came out a magazine I don't be with broke b**hes that's raggedy I only be with fly b**hes, fat a**, tight jeans Don't pop my p**y for n***as that ain't earn it Rap it up real tight, that n***a could be burnin He was blazin, Asain, Jamaican and German I'm amzazing at taking it, I don't be squirming I just go to my hairdresser to put my perm in And the price not high like the top of Mount Vernon Yeah, welcome to my life I'm cooler than a fan I'm sharper than a knife