BreadWinner
NITEMxRE N A DRExMLxND
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BMW shit You not with the clique You is not with the gang On top We tryna get this money though And we ain't gonna let nothing get in the way Ain't nobody You feel me Where, where, where when the mafia I'm getting to the money, boy, they ain't stopping us You just like a drain, you clogged up I ain't messing with you, boy, you washed up Check, check, check another hit, watch the windows get fogged up Better get the GPS cause you lost us Tell them what happened to the last one crossed us B-B-B-W-M, we turn them into log dust Don't play no games I don't really f*ck with you lames Boy, boy, your shit too plain I leave y'all sign to sign Boy, you sound like a clone, never been the one to hate Mother boy, you about to test your faith Tell these bitches sorry for the wait I'ma pass it out to Kevin Gates Dirt all under my nails Thumbin' through currency, mindset currently Niggas don't worry me, white Panamera playing currency Pussy niggas say they wanna murder me Scene paper, steam haters Beam laser, cream wafers Spray one of mine for your fly A lot of niggas living lies, I go hard, not a dream chaser I had you, baby, king cake You sliced all up on the king's table Machines scrape you when your bricks about to land Drop it when it's soft white, cook it in a tan Spanning over pots while it's cooking in a pan Looking for the grams, I can put them in your hand Face card, face card, nigga got a face card Chopping out a gray card, spitting with a eight Or another mug with the drugs, now we got a race card 11-5 on the side, I ain't take a day off 11-5 on the side, I ain't take a day off Breadwinner, guap, get a hustle for the pay off Hit the trap, stay down, guess it kinda paid off Griffin in the paint, I'mma bam on something You thinking bout a slam, I was talking bout a Cutlass Got it out the mud, everything push button Nigga never gave nothing, now I'm coming through Staten I don't f*ck with you I don't f*ck with you BMW, BMW Breadwinner, when I pull up on her, got the head spinning Yeah, yeah, yeah BMW, Breadwinner BMW, Breadwinner BMW, Breadwinner BMW, better check the murder rate F*ck God, well, I'm bout to regulate And you know, driving slow down the interstate Let's go, bout to drop a murder tape Yeah, yeah, so don't play with my shit Little bitch, better not play with my clique Better not play with my clique I'm sick of all these motherfuckers talking, cause they ain't really talking about shit Don't, don't play with your life I get this money, I'm getting it right If you run up, then you sacrificed So don't ask me twice I'm rolling the dice I'm with the mafia, I'm with the gang Breadwinner shit got you tucking your chain Pull up on him and I bust his brain I ain't leaving nothing but a motherfucking stain Dang, dang I don't f*ck with you BMW, BMW Breadwinner, when I pull up on her, got the head spinning Yeah, yeah, yeah BMW, Breadwinner BMW, Breadwinner BMW, Breadwinner BMW BMW BMW
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