Little Caesars ft. GSands Lyrics

I've been chasing bread with all my niggas

She think she trim, yeah, but I ain't fuckin' with her

She got a BBL yeah, I probably go make it bigger

Niggas lying they ain't really having figures

Stack that money up, put them

Problems to the side

If it's beef, you know my brothers dyin' to slide

Grab them sticks, ain't shit to hit your guy

Real niggas, ten bands, ain't shit

I got it in my coat, if I ever fuck my money

I'm back, to gambling on the floor

Young nigga, chasin' rich, got tired of sleepin' on the floor

A nigga wanna play, then it ain't shit to go and snatch his soul

Cut that bitch, I didn't need her, her pockets small like Lil Caesar's

Hit her out the park, now all her friends, they call me Derrick Jeter

We done hit them all, so ain't no need for me to crash out

When we in the club, yeah, you know we throwin' racks out

Fuck they call you wham, cause I pop my shit up on the gram

Hit her friend, hit them both, guess they both passed around

Tired of breaking all these rubber my money can't fit in no rubber band

Trying play that damn gangster roll get hit up that pole

U ain't stay, playin' with my money, I'ma have to take your life

Don't compare me to your last nigga, our pockets ain't the same

We can go rack for rack your ass can't even hit the bank

Tennis chain around my neck, go hit your ass before you think

Say my pops was a player, guess he passed it to his son

Off that Luna, you can tell that I'm in for a long run

I ain't tryna kick it with y'all niggas, y'all ain't makin' me no funds

In that bitch with GSands got me l spitting ' in the booth

Real niggas, ten bands, ain't shit

I got it in my coat, if I ever fuck my money

I'm back, to gambling on the floor

Young nigga, chasin' rich, got tired of sleepin' on the floor

A nigga wanna play, then it ain't shit to go and snatch his soul

Cut that bitch, I didn't need her, her pockets small like Lil Caesar's

Hit her out the park, now all her friends, they call me Derrick Jeter

We done hit them all, so ain't no need for me to crash out

When we in the club, yeah, you know we throwin' racks out

Got it out the mud, so it ain't shit that you can tell a nigga

Thought I liked a bitch, but then her face ain't really match her figure

Niggas say my name, I swear to God that I ain't beefin' with ya

Pillow talking hoes, yeah, that's the quickest way them niggas get ya

Ain't even in the city, but I still gotta make it out

Your hoe yeah she freak, she tryna see what all my money bout

But she ain't givin' shit except my kids swimmin' in your mouth

A nigga think she sweet until I show him what my life about

Bro say he a big dog, bro, I promise you it's just a pup

She ain't no tee pee junkie, yeah, that bitch a Casamigos slut

I promise you won't hear from me, lil' bitch, you just to get my nut

Real niggas, ten bands, ain't shit

I got that in my coat, if I ever fuck my money

I'm back, to gambling on the floor

Young nigga, chasin' rich, got tired of sleepin' on the floor

A nigga wanna play, then it ain't shit to go and snatch his soul

Cut that bitch, I didn't need her, her pockets small like Lil Caesar's

Hit her out the park, now all her friends, they call me Derrick Jeter

We done hit them all so ain't no need for me to crash out

When we in the club, yeah, you know we throwin' racks out

When we in the club, we throwin' them fuckin' racks out

Ain't shit to get that bread

Get that head, then she gotta leave

Can't fuck with niggas because most of niggas Feds

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