Yuri Joness - Break Bread lyrics

[Intro] Oh, oh It's trap season [Chorus] I want the finer things, I ain't have sh** Break bread with my n***as, now we lit I just need a cold hundred on my wrist Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip Yo girl with me in the six I'ma have to show her how to ride stick I don't ever break bread with a b**h n***as throwin' shots but they always miss [Verse 1] What you talkin' bout, I'm getting money now I ain't flexin', I'm just trying to get my momma out I found another route, already mapped it out Tell the club owner I'ma get him another couch Two-tone on my wrist, that's a bust down Bottle service every time we in the club now Why you creepin' into this section? You not allowed n***as fight over p**y that we just pa** around I get money from another world, Jimmy Neutron Go support your baby mother, she sleep on a futon I ain't nothing like these other n***as, don't compare me And they done put me in a booth and now it's getting scary No co-signs, f** a feature, I'ma get it on my own Baby, I ain't trying to see it, just leave me the f** alone n***as shootin' up in the club, I'm going prone You ain't got enough money so you can't take her home [Chorus] I want the finer things, I ain't have sh** Break bread with my n***as, now we lit I just need a cold hundred on my wrist Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip Yo girl with me in the six I'ma have to show her how to ride stick I don't ever break bread with a b**h n***as throwin' shots but they always miss [Verse 2] Get some head and make a track, hit two birds with one stone That boy ain't with the sh**s, he just talkin' out his dome Told my momma that I'ma get her a million dollar home So I can smoke in the crib, ain't gotta hear her tone What you doin', girl? Let me interrupt your plans And why you pressed 'cause I ain't comment on your Instagram? And I support the hustle but no I am not a fan Ain't gotta front for nobody, this sh**'s just who I am I know the money is comin', the hunger just made me want it My first influence was the trap and so I went to an onion Too many b**hes up in the spot, I can't breathe And all these winners up in my circle, she can't lead Yeah, hood n***a but I party like a rockstar Happy to say I've never been inside a cop car Switchin' them lanes in that new GT-R Go ahead and try it, I don't think you're gonna get far [Chorus] I want the finer things, I ain't have sh** Break bread with my n***as, now we lit I just need a cold hundred on my wrist Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip Yo girl with me in the six I'ma have to show her how to ride stick I don't ever break bread with a b**h n***as throwin' shots but they always miss [Outro] It's trap season, bruh