Butta My Bread

Various Artists

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Butta My Bread Song Lyrics
(Wheezy outta here)

She sent a sad emoji when I fuck and leave
She say I treat her like a slut
Bae, I can't come to your condo
Can't fit in no parking garage in this big ass truck
If it was once then it might've been luck
If I did it two times then it stand for something

All my niggas say I'm fuckin' the game up
With all of these bitches, I'm payin' too much
I'm gettin' a lot of money, I ain't trippin'
If I ain't popped the seal, I ain't sippin'
I paint my Wagen blue, I'm still Crippin'
Hope you know I remember, I ain't forgetful

Give her the world, and she gon' still come to me
Oh, you ain't heard? I'm motherfuckin' with her
But, boy, you a wankster, you ain't even lit enough
I don't got no involvement but they hit 'em up
Three mill' a year, what my artists make minimum

Look at me, I done built me a business up
Baby JAY-Z, I run me a billy up
Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up
It's like ten of us with a Richard Millie
We be turning shit up, you should fuck with us
You can't name a young crew that can fuck with us
Any category, we'll fuck 'em up

From the cars, to jewels, to titles, to deeds, to streets, to beef
Whatever, they know it's us
I'm 4 Pockets, I pop out with OTF
We gon' be at the top, you can meet us there
I'm tryna motivate the hood to do better
I lost my coat, and I had to wear two sweaters
I ain't been rich all my life, don't be fooled
I sold them nicks and them dimes at the school

Been a lil' player, knew I was gon' be the one
I'm buyin' all the pretty girls lunch
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem
When in fifth grade I got kicked out for hunchin'
We follow all of the opps on our Finsta
Soon as they post a location, we flip 'em
My niggas takers, I ain't talkin' pictures
They be on bullshit, I can't take 'em with me

Shit ain't all bread and butter, I come from the gutter
Sat in prison a couple of years
I got my shit together, some investment partners
Now I own me a couple of million

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash)
Nigga, that's facts (phew)
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad)
Nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag)
They know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it
Everybody come from the hood
Everybody ain't gon' do it

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash)
Nigga, that's facts (phew)
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad)
Nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag)
They know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it
Everybody come from the hood
Everybody ain't gon' do it

I just fuck too many bitches, I only gave one of 'em money
She might want a Bentley or somethin'
A real one, I still gave her hits even though she was fuckin' on Gunna
I done gave lawyers to niggas who really be dissin'
But fuck it, them niggas gon' tell if it's fuck 'em

And it's some bitches I'm hittin', I'm thinkin' I'm lit
But in reality I can't duck 'em
Check my net worth, hundred-fifty cash on the pay worth
Google better change my net worth
I paid three-million cash for all the cars I got
Pink slip come through the mail though
I done spent money in all the stores, I need to call Dior
I been 300 before he was claimin' 300, I could've signed Lyor

Rappers slick, tryna pull up to my sessions, they tryna find they whores
Bronem takin' every Glock they see, what is we buyin' them for?
He say he be hangin' with murderers, I'm with the murderers
So niggas is not who you think
Niggas be plottin' and takin' all shit that you rockin'
As soon as you niggas can blink

(You not from the mud)
If you ain't wash up in the sink
(You not from the mud)
If you ain't grow up with a Link
It's Only The Family, fuck what you believe, shit, free Lil Steve
I heard niggas say I couldn't come on my block, shit, this shit on my sleeve
I fuck one bitch everybody wanna fuck, had that hoe on her knees
I fuck with all the gangsters, and we locked in with the T's

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash)
Nigga, that's facts (phew)
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad)
Nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag)
They know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it
Everybody come from the hood
Everybody ain't gon' do it

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash)
Nigga, that's facts (phew)
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad)
Nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag)
They know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it
Everybody come from the hood
Everybody ain't gon' do it
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