Bread Winners

By Young Thug

On I’m Up

Released on February 4, 2016

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[Intro: Young Thug]

(808 Mafia)

Know what I'm sayin'?

It's a breaded, you know– you know, we the bread winners, know what I'm sayin'?

I need Young Butta, know what I'm sayin'?

Shout out to A motherfuckin' B, I got on the AP

Shit go together, you know what I'm sayin'?

Forever, ahh

[Chorus: Young Thug & Young Butta]

I know that I'm making a killing (Know)

My coupe got them stars in the ceiling (Racks)

My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin (Blatt)

AB, bitch, I'm all 'bout them Benji's (Swear)

I come through there fresh like John Lennon (Yeah)

My wrist a Hellcat, I'm not kidding (Skrrt)

They dig up the shit that I'm kicking (Yeah)

I just bought my bitch some new titties (Bands)

You take out your pictures, you bogus (Racks)

Was gon' turn your ass up you told it (You a rat)

Was gon' ice your ass out 'til you folded (Rat)

Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice (Bye, bitch)

Nigga, jewelry water, need to float it (Yeah, yeah)

Make some bad bitches fuck my brother (Yeah)

I eat crabs, fish and that Chipotle (Yeah, yeah)

They got lots of bread, I'ma call Butta (Yeah)


[Verse 1: Young Butta]

Three chopsticks, I paid a stack for it (Brrt)

They run me through, I probably got warrants (Woo)

In the back of the 'Bach, uh (Woo)

Burning OG out of Backwoods (Cali)

Not just dancing, diamonds racing

Balmain, lots of fakes

Allergic to seafood and serve for decoration

Lobster never tasted (Woo, woo)

Missed Thanksgiving, I was in Miami (Woo, woo)

I was on ocean, I was on vacation

In the Benz speed, one-twenty racing (Skrrt)

AB in a Rari, shit was like the Matrix (Pew)

In and out of lanes, weaving in the spaceship, pew (Skrrt)

I'm flexing, got muscle like Popeye (Popeye)

But fight over a bitch, no, that's not I (Not me)

I'm him who gon' tell the roof, "Bye bye" (Bye bye)

Then remove the lid at the stoplight (Woo)

With my side bitches at Benihanas ('Hanas)

Brung her sister, her bestie, her mama (Her mama)

Told 'em tab is on me, yeah, I got 'em (I got 'em)

And I pay the bill all in new hundreds

Now that is real colorful money (Beep)

Spikes on me, they drip at the bottom (Drip)

She want Thug, and her friend is a toss up

Hoo, yeah


[Chorus: Young Thug]

I know that I'm making a killing (Know)

My coupe got them stars in the ceiling (Racks)

My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin (Blatt)

AB, bitch, I'm all 'bout them Benji's (Swear)

I come through there fresh like John Lennon (Yeah)

My wrist a Hellcat, I'm not kidding (Skrrt)

They dig up the shit that I'm kicking (Yeah)

I just bought my bitch some new titties (Bands)

You take out your pictures, you bogus (Racks)

Was gon' turn your ass up you told it (You a rat)

Was gon' ice your ass out 'til you folded (Rat)

Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice (Bye, bitch)

Nigga, jewelry water, need to float it (Yeah, yeah)

Make some bad bitches fuck my brother (Yeah)

I eat crabs, fish and that Chipotle (Yeah)

They got lots of bread, I'ma call Butta (Yeah, forever)


[Verse 2: Young Thug]

She say she want a cat (Forever)

So I went bought the Jag' (Forever)

And it's matching the bag (Ever)

Make these bitches look sad (Forever, uh)

I just dyed my hair grey (Forever, yeah, yeah)

Like a motherfuckin' dad (Forever, yeah, blaow)

And you know that we feasting (Ever)

I just couldn't get fat (Forever, yeah, yeah)

Man, fuck 'em when I speak (Forever, yeah)

Take the Farrakhan notes (Forever, yeah)

My right wrist is on gold (Ever)

Like the new Audi spokes (Forever, yeah, yeah)

Niggas scared to they soul (Forever, yeah)

When I pull up with folks (Forever, skrrt)

I'ma take off the Trojans (Ever, and what?)

Put it right in her throat

And you know I stay with them AKs and I should've cut 'em (Brrt, brrt)

Mane, fuck 'em, he shouldn't have played 'bout the butter (Fuck it)

I only play inside the cover (And what?)

Like a kid, make 'em play with each other (Play, bitch)

And I'm ridin' round with a real bad bitch (What?)

Oops, I meant girl, cover (Sheesh)


[Chorus: Young Thug]

I know that I'm making a killing (Know)

My coupe got them stars in the ceiling (Racks)

My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin (Blatt)

AB, bitch, I'm all 'bout them Benji's (Swear)

I come through there fresh like John Lennon (Yeah)

My wrist a Hellcat, I'm not kidding (Skrrt)

They dig up the shit that I'm kicking (Yeah)

I just bought my bitch some new titties (Bands)

You take out your pictures, you bogus (Racks)

Was gon' turn your ass up you told it (You a rat)

Was gon' ice your ass out 'til you folded (Rat)

Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice (Bye, bitch)

Nigga, jewelry water, need to float it (Yeah, yeah)

Make some bad bitches fuck my brother (Yeah)

I eat crabs, fish and that Chipotle (Yeah)

They got lots of bread, I'ma call Butta (Yeah)


[Outro: Young Thug]

I know that I'm making a killing

My coupe got them stars in the ceiling

My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin

AB, bitch, I'm all 'bout them Benji's

I come through there fresh like John Lennon

My wrist a Hellcat, I'm not kidding

They dig up the shit that I'm kicking

I just bought my bitch some new titties

You take out your pictures, you bogus

Was gon' turn your ass up you told it

Was gon' ice your ass out 'til you folded

Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice

Nigga, jewelry water, need to float it

Make some bad bitches fuck my brother

I eat crabs, fish and that Chipotle

They got lots of bread, I'ma call Butta