Bread - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I don't love you

I just get bread, sorry that I dubbed you

I don't want that gnat, I want— I want brand-new cash

Do it— do it, all of that, yeah, just a new toe tag

I'm like, "Where you at?" I'm like, "Where you at?"

I'm not keepin' tabs, I just post up in the back

T-they mad, they know, b-but really don't know

Finesse these hoes, and I spent racks on clothes

I'm finna buy a new phone

'Cause I got it to blow, and I won't miss no old hoes

Still posted up with the bros, I still pour up with my bros

See it, want it, they know, cannot do it no more

My slime ready to blow, tell 'em, "Stand too close"

Hella, hella, hella loads, they ain't missеd a load

We got all these sticks, just for thе smoke, so don't drop your lo'

Bread, bread, bread, bitch, I got loaves, turn your ass to toast

I just do that shit, that's all I know, do it, all I know