Bread Winners (feat. Young Butta)

Young Thug

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    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 butter, know I'm sayin'? Shout out to a motherfuckin' b, I got on the ap, shit go together, know I'm sayin'? Forever, ahh!

    I know that I’m making a killing
    My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
    My niggas go brazy, no ritalin
    Ab bitch, 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 shit that I’m kicking
    I just bought my bitch some new titties
    You take out these pictures, you bogus
    We gon’ turn your ass until you tollin'
    We gon’ ice your ass down ‘til you folded
    Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
    Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
    Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
    I eat crabs, fish, and that chipotle
    They got lots of bread, I’ma call butta

    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, shit was like the matrix
    In and out of lanes, weaving in the spaceship
    I’m flexing, got muscle like popeye
    But fight over a bitch, 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 bitches 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

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    I know that I’m making a killing
    My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
    My niggas go brazy, no ritalin
    Ap bitch, 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 shit that I’m kicking
    I just bought my bitch some new titties
    You take out these pictures, you bogus
    We gon’ turn your ass until you tollin'
    We gon’ ice your ass down ‘til you folded
    Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
    Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
    Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
    I eat crabs, fish, and that chipotle
    They got lots of bread, I’ma call butta

    She say she want a cat
    So I went bought the jag
    And it match in the back
    Make these bitches look sad
    I just dyed my hair grey
    Like a motherfucking dad
    And you know that we feastin’
    I just couldn’t get fat
    Mind fuck ‘em when I speak
    Take the farrakhan notes
    My rock wrist is on gold
    Like the new audi spokes
    Niggas 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 fuck 'em, he shouldn't have played 'bout the butta
    I only play inside the cover
    Like a kid, make them play with each other
    And I'm ridin' round with a real bad bitch
    Oops I meant girl, cover

    I know that I’m making a killing
    My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
    My niggas go brazy, no ritalin
    Ap bitch, 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 shit that I’m kicking
    I just bought my bitch some new titties
    You take out these pictures, you bogus
    We gon’ turn your ass until you tollin'
    We gon’ ice your ass down ‘til you folded
    Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
    Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
    Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
    I eat crabs, fish, and that chipotle
    They got lots of bread, I’ma call butta

    I know that I’m making a killing
    My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
    My niggas go brazy, no ritalin
    Ap bitch, 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 shit that I’m kicking
    I just bought my bitch some new titties
    You take out these pictures, you bogus
    We gon’ turn your ass until you tollin'
    We gon’ ice your ass down ‘til you folded
    Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
    Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
    Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
    I eat crabs, fish, and that chipotle
    They got lots of bread, I’ma call butta

    Song details

    Composition: Eddie Earle, Young Thug, 808Pounds, Diaz Pitts, Eduardo Ear, and Young Butta

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