Young Butta - Bread Winners lyrics

[Produced by Fuse 100 of 808 Mafia] [Intro: Young Thug] Know what I'm sayin'? It's a bread it, you know, you know, we the bread winners, know I'm sayin'? I need some bu*ter, know I'm sayin'? Shout out to A motherf**in' B, I got on the AP, sh** go together, know I'm sayin'? Forever, ahh! [Hook: Young Thug] I know that I'm making a k**ing My coupe got them stars in the ceiling My n***as go brazy, no Ritalin AB b**h, I'm all bout them Benji's I come through there fresh like John Lennon My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding They dig all the sh** that I'm kicking I just bought my b**h some new titties You take out these pictures, you bogus Wasn't gon' turn your a** until you told it' Wasn't gon' ice your a** down ‘til you folded Kick that b**h off the boat with no notice n***a j**elry water, need to float it Make some bad b**hes f** my brody I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle They got lots of bread, I'ma call bu*ta [Verse 1: Young bu*ta] Three chopsticks, I paid a stack for it They run me through, I probably got warrants In the back of the 'Bach, ugh Burning OG out of Backwoods Not just dancing, diamonds racing Balmain Lots of fakes allergic to seafood and serve for decoration Lobster never tasted Missed Thanksgiving, I was in Miami I was on ocean, I was on vacation In the Benz speed, 120 racing AB in a Rari, sh** was like the Matrix In and out of lanes, weaving in the spaceship I'm flexing, got muscle like Popeye But fight over a b**h, no that is not I I'm him, I'm gon' tell the roof bye bye Then remove the lid at the stoplight With my side b**hes at Benihana's Brung her sister, her bestie, her mama Told ‘em tab is on me, yeah I got ‘em And I pay the bill all in new hundreds Now that is real colorful money Spikes on me, they drip at the bottom She want Thug, and her friend is a toss up [Hook: Young Thug] I know that I'm making a k**ing My coupe got them stars in the ceiling My n***as go brazy, no Ritalin AP b**h, I'm all bout them Benji's I come through there fresh like John Lennon My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding They dig all the sh** that I'm kicking I just bought my b**h some new titties You take out these pictures, you bogus We gon' turn your a** until you tollin' We gon' ice your a** down ‘til you folded Kick that b**h off the boat with no notice n***a j**elry water, need to float it Make some bad b**hes f** my brody I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle They got lots of bread, I'ma call bu*ta [Verse 2: Young Thug] She say she want a cat So I went bought the Jag And it match in the back Make these b**hes look sad I just dyed my hair grey Like a motherf**ing dad And you know that we feastin' I just couldn't get fat Mind f** ‘em when I speak Take the Farrakhan notes My rock wrist is on gold Like the new Audi spokes n***as scared to they soul When I pull up with folks I'ma take out the trojans put it right in her throat And you know I stay with them AKs and I should've caught ‘em Mind f** 'em, he shouldn't have played 'bout the bu*ta I only play inside the cover Like a kid, make them play with each other And I'm ridin' round with a real bad b**h Oops I meant girl, cover [Hook: Young Thug] I know that I'm making a k**ing My coupe got them stars in the ceiling My n***as go brazy, no Ritalin AP b**h, I'm all bout them Benji's I come through there fresh like John Lennon My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding They dig all the sh** that I'm kicking I just bought my b**h some new titties You take out these pictures, you bogus We gon' turn your a** until you tollin' We gon' ice your a** down ‘til you folded Kick that b**h off the boat with no notice n***a j**elry water, need to float it Make some bad b**hes f** my brody I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle They got lots of bread, I'ma call bu*ta [Hook: Young Thug] I know that I'm making a k**ing My coupe got them stars in the ceiling My n***as go brazy, no Ritalin AP b**h, I'm all bout them Benji's I come through there fresh like John Lennon My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding They dig all the sh** that I'm kicking I just bought my b**h some new titties You take out these pictures, you bogus We gon' turn your a** until you tollin' We gon' ice your a** down ‘til you folded Kick that b**h off the boat with no notice n***a j**elry water, need to float it Make some bad b**hes f** my brody I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle They got lots of bread, I'ma call bu*ta