Young Thug - Bread Winners Lyrics

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808 Mafia
Know what Im sayin? Its a bread it, you know, you know
We the bread winners, know Im sayin? I need Young Butta, know Im sayin?
Shout out to A motherfuckin B, I got on the AP
Shit go together, know Im sayin? Forever

I know that Im making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP bitch, Im all bout them Benjis
I come through fresh like John Lennon
My wrist a Hellcat, Im not kidding
They dig all the shit that Im 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 a floater
Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, Ima call Butta

Three chopsticks, I paid a stack for it
They run me through, I probably got warrants
In the back of the Bach, uh
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

Im flexing, got muscle like Popeye
But fight over a bitch, no that is not I
Im him, Im gon tell the roof bye bye
Then remove the lid at the stoplight

With my side bitches at Benihanas
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

She say she want a cat
So I went bought a 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 couldnt 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
Ima take out the Trojans
Put it right in her throat

And you know I stay with them AKs and I shouldve caught em
Mane fuck em he shouldnt have played bout the butta
I only play inside the cover
Like a kid I make them play with each other
And Im ridin round with a real bad bitch
Oops, I meant girl, cover