It feels good to be home...

[Hook]

They call it bread now, its gwap too
We get our money up, its fuck you
We getting to the monnnnneeeeeyyyyyyyy!
We getting to the monnnnneeeeeyyyyyyyy! (Aye!) 2X

[Verse 1: Jesse Is Heavyweight]

I get my money up, I get my bread right
She can stay the night, if her head tight
Look up my swag game
Look up my cash game
I can take yo ass to Paris like the last train
No harming
Pro performance
Count my stacks, Hello Good Morning!
I can see clear through my windshield
She say Jesse keep moving like a windmill
She from Michigan, look like she Kim Fields
She trip hard, like she on 10 pills
I get fan mail, they on my damn heels
I write back life is grimy like a landfill
I been working harder than a whole ant hill
You n***as overrated I put that shit on Grant Hill
You lucky dummy
We get money money
Don't get mad when I'm counting all these fucking hundreds
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jesse Is Heavyweight]

I got my money up, it was easy too
I got my money up, I can't forget my crew
Say Heavyweight
Heavyweight
They scream some other shit then throw it in they fucking face
Mo money mean mo cars
Mean mo hoes mean yo brawds
Gimme new shirts, Gimme new socks
Gimme a few chains, I need 2 Glocks
Don't get yo ass knocked like a pool shot
We rep Thug Life, with no 2Pac (RIP 2Pac!)
My mic loud like its fresh purp
Get yo rack rack, put in all yo leg work
You fell off, Fred Durst
I got them multi-coloreds, Starburst
They call it bread now, They call it gwap too
To get yo bread right you gotta alot to do

[Hook]