Sir Michael Rocks - Make This Bread lyrics

[Hook] Hey Mr. Fred, we almost there Make this bread or make your bed Take this ride or take this wheel Take your time or take this pill Hey Mr. Fred, we almost there Make this bread or make your bed Take this ride or take this wheel Take your time or take this pill My n***a Mr. Fred, we almost there (money, money) Make this bread or make your bed (ballin’ nonstop) Take this ride or take this wheel (money, money) Take your time or take this pill (ballin’ nonstop) [Verse 1] I’m hoppin’ out the casket Cocaine on my gla**es Some all white wuppies that I picked up on my last trip Them n***as is yaggin’ Too much into fashion My body guard a beast, and if you reach Then he spazzin’ That rat-tat-tat action Them lights, camera I’m like the Dodge dealership I got a lot of challengers Damn this sh** remind me of my dogs We was on a paper mission, get it all Millioni to the drawers What’s up? I went to school but never went to school ‘Cause I was busy on tour ‘Cause where we live a n***a only as good as his credit card score A-1, I shipped a box of them new iPhones straight to my home Two to my dome, can’t feel my eyes Can’t feel my bones, you not alone [Hook] [Verse 2] When I seen it, I want it, I need it Unlimited reasons, my heart in the freezer I’m on it, you n***as is lacking Napping, you loafing, you lacking the focus My Spanish b**h that I’m with I’m smashing, I’m stoking, with pa**ion, devotion That money come, and that money stay If you f** her good, she won’t run away I’m golded up like Gabby Douglas My necklace, changing the center weight My old n***as still Caddy truckin’ I’mma wait for that Aston truck My boonie n***as is savage, bruh Jammed out in that traffic, cuz I’m cashin’ out and I’m stackin’ up Your girl’s p**y is trash as f** I never talk sh** about a teammate We goin’ Bobby for a pocket full of green face When I die I’ll be reborn with a clean slate And RIP to the weed that we cremate [Hook]