[Intro]
Always knew there’d b better days when these dollar bills turned blue
Hard work always undervalued and let that shit be the truth
Trap jumping till my pockets fatter imma show these bitches how to do
Stupid bitch don’t come talkin shit when these lyrics go and fit yo shoes
[Verse]
Cause the same way that you walk
Is the same way that you move
Bitch I move fast
So you got to move
Bitch get a bag
Or better get two
I get investments and properties too
Ooh, ooh
I gеt a bag
Cause that’s what I do
All of this bread in ma pockets is bluе
Pull up and you getting hit with the tool
Call up the bro’s we coming for you
Stack bread make moves
Trapping the trap jumping in a groove
Pour up some mud in that double cup
Imma hustler get your money up
When I’m talking bread bitch I run it up
We don’t do all that talking that’s fuck shit
Catch your bro at a show at a function
Off this Blackwood I can’t even function
When I hit from the back make bust quick
We don’t all that friendly shit
Big boss, I be stacking them chips up
Big poles bitch we upping them sticks up
Double cup turning purple that’s sticky cup
Big 30 in my Hand
Bitch wear designer this stitched by hand
She gone pop a Percy god damn
I be off that Hennessey and loud man
Look at my whip European god damn
Bitch it's Lookin like gods plan
Bitch I don’t smoke on that boof got gas
Bitch Exotic bags
Big tags
Look at this Gucci bag big tag
Foreign my whip so you know it’s a high tag
I’m Faded sipping on some High Tek
Run me my bread imma need them franklins
Applying pressure on they neck man
Give them a sudden pop make em' dance man
One and only I’m the man damn
Shoot a motherfucker that’s a man down
That’s What you get when you talk like clowns
If he ain’t dead he gone need another round
Ooh stop asking me bout that now
Flip a pound it done came from another town
Yeah you know bitch blowing up my sound
Feelin sober imma need me another pound
Roll me a big joint up right now
Bitch I’m faded boutta hop off the mic now