Bread ft. Mr. Hype Lyrics

I ain’t gone touch nobody in this bitch

I'm focused on getting rich

Aye yo baby, mess with this

Them titties, send a pic

Relationship was flowing but the bitch made a dicey flip

If it wasn’t for the mary I’d be tony with the brick

I’m on, quarterback, told the money go long

Skrt skrt, hit the cuts on the lawn

Keep it all neat cause the snakes love to fuck and spawn

Smoking Doja till the early dawn

Keep the ice up in the bong

Man it seems I do less right and more wrong

Damn the nail is too hot, gotta grab it with tongs

Got the bag, shit was litty hit me in the chest like Kong

Had her move aside the thong, making dirty love songs

Man, I’m gone (Ha)

Shots of patron

That heavy that rolled up got you feeling on that strong

Rather be respected than be classified as known

Whenever you are speaking to my ass watch your tone

Man, buy to own

Staying hungry as we wake up, bake up, get this bread

These niggahs really dying, out here trying get this bread

They said I was gone be nothing, come back wit the bread

First of all I had them hang downs now it’s custom threads

Leave em wondering how a nigga got all this bread

Know they only love me cause a nigga got some bread

Advise you not to kiss your girl tonight I just got some head

I’m toking with the fucking monsters that be posted under beds

I ain’t gone jeeex myself tonight, I ain't gone be no fucking tella

I like black balencis but I’ll rock them margelias

It’s the hype in the building, still got no room to be jealous

Never on bench, hudl got me on the field with playas

I be chopping trees, why you think I'm getting all this paper

Bringing goodies, every time I show up like a cater

Two way screen, is you a homie or a hater?

Gemini team, you’ll never know unless it's later

Stimulus, nigga running with the sack

Big fan, of the purp, right in the pack

She fell in love with the Benny racks

Ain’t gone give out daps unless sanatizer come with that

Hype gone keep it strapped, wear a condom like a fitted cap

Very good at rap

You better mention hype along with that

Hype be wolfing nigga

Acting foolish nigga like that Phoenix nigga

Never seen you at the bank, who the fuck you fooling nigga

Staying hungry as we wake up, bake up, get this bread

These niggahs really dying, out here trying get this bread

They said I was gone be nothing, come back wit the bread

First of all I had them hang downs now it’s custom threads

Leave em wondering how a nigga got all this bread

Know they only love me cause a nigga got some bread

Advise you not to kiss your girl tonight I just got some head

I’m toking with the fucking monsters that be posted under beds