Bread Winner Lyrics

Oh oh oh

Speeding in the Civic on the freeway hoe

Working all the time got no leeway hoe

Shawty she a dime but I can't queen that hoe

Ay I'm the bread winner know I bring it home oh

This shit straight off the dome oh

Got your girly on my phone oh

I just hit and send her home oh

Oh woah

Ay G-Wag Trackhawk what the fuck you need?

Oh I got a need for the speed

Oh that li'l hoe for the team

Oh you can't outrun the beam

Turn up (turn up)

Racing in the whip no run up (run up)

Way that I been whippin' burning rubber (rubber)

From the 8-5-8 boy what up where you come from?

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah I'm doing donuts and burnouts

Tires screaming like I'm beefing with the asphalt

Beefing with the blacktop

He gon' have to back off

We gon' get him baptized

Li'l boy I'm a big dawg

Ain't no six points when we say he got picked off

When I do the race I ain't never ever lift off

See it in my face nah I ain't never givin' up

Speeding in the Civic on the freeway hoe

Working all the time got no leeway hoe

Shawty she a dime but I can't queen that hoe

Ay I'm the bread winner know I bring it home oh

This shit straight off the dome oh

Got your girly on my phone oh

I just hit and send her home oh

Oh woah

Yeah yeah we gettin' lit all summer hoe

Ay too much drip need a plumber hoe

Ay 5% tint just to stunt on hoes

Ay made a couple bricks I ain't frontin' hoe

Ay I ain't frontin' hoe

Made a couple bands

Now these bitches want to come and go

What the fuck you mean I ain't hustlin'?

I been stacking dough

Ay ay

Got to drop the foreign low low low to the floor

Low to the floor 'til I'm scraping on the road

Ay rollin' on some chrome while I'm fuckin' on your hoe

Ay ay (ay ay)

Then I get that payroll

Speeding in the Civic on the freeway hoe

Working all the time got no leeway hoe

Shawty she a dime but I can't queen that hoe

Ay I'm the bread winner know I bring it home oh

This shit straight off the dome oh

Got your girly on my phone oh

I just hit and send her home oh

Oh woah