[Intro]
Fonzie on the beat boy
Yuh, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Sizzle]
We chase bread by any means all we know is gram
Summer time, icy shine like it winter time
Thought I was in the barn
We pay them and beat the crime
Quit baby's and bitches that's fine
She telling me line up her line

[Verse 2: Young Sizzle]
On the green route
Let em take your team out
On a lean route, shoot that clip and lean down
We getting it all top, bottom, n between now
You n***as ain't nothing compared to me
You n***as feen dawg
Yeah, yeah ,yeah
Oh we popping pills
Boutta go spend me a deal
I'm sticking and geeking like Gretel (the whip)
I'm tryn put bills on through my will
I'm telling that bitch "bigger than chill" and all I can do is provide the real
[Chorus]
I cash head from my side (yaw, yaw, yaw)
Nothing but bread on my mind(yaw, yaw)
I draw bread from my time(yaw, yaw)
Tell em catch up hoe no Heinz (yaw, yaw)
Lets have a 3 way
Shipy lays
She got stripper ways
With a model face
I love roll in blaze
Rolex they don't glaze
Boy you flay, you starting funnel cake

**Beat Switch up**

[Pre-Chorus]
You lil nasty bitch, ok
You lil nasty bitch

[Verse 3: Bookie T]
In a land be baw
Housting mist be vagina
Puerto rican bich and hall of first I hit, I mean aghagh
Diamonds water, water lookin like a cold ass Dasani
Took a look at these bores yeah ratchest n***a around me
None of them diamonds is cloudy
Get your bitch wetter wetter
When I want her I get her
When I get her I got her
But these hoes are particular getting ahead vehicular
Then the bae yeah Im be dicking her in the weed is prescription
[Verse 4: Bookie T]
Come in the from the wrong side of the mountain
Chuba got the water fountain bitch get it more they coming every tv mounatin
If I ever just walk through the hall way ay pe we will I get it the long way lookin' cilantro
Crime pays and I get it the hard way
Pussy on Broadway

[Verse 5:Bookie T]
God damn count money and fuck all everything
Never thought I say it till im getting tired of manaji
Step my game up, cut the fame up, cut the name up, cut the bitch all off
But they gotta love (Mumble) tummy tug
Ye ye yea, Ye ye Ye ye yea

[Pre-Chorus:Bookie T]
Need to know you leaving me
Tired of knowing you leaving me

[Chorus]
I cash head from my side (yaw, yaw, yaw)
Nothing but bread on my mind(yaw, yaw)
I draw bread from my time(yaw, yaw)
Tell em catch up hoe no Heinz (yaw, yaw)
Lets have a 3 way
Shipy lays
She got stripper ways
With a model face
I love roll in blaze
Rolex they don't glaze
Boy you flay, you starting funnel cake