Lyrics:
Po po po po po po
Fuck the police, they been on my ass
Cause I’m black and I’m so rich
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
Or getting bread
They wanna
love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
'm really just tired
I'm such a sleepyhead
I need to go to bed
I've been stayin' after hours got me stackin' up my bread
I forgot to take my meds
Body odor
where that boy went
Up in the 'Ville, I'm smokin' a Swisher on Swisher while whippin' the wide-body Benz
I been in my bag, type shit
Dior on the tag, Pop
With The Rich Side
Ay
She wanna fuck with the rich side (She do)
Hell yeah I could get her, Ion' Gotta try (Ion gotta try)
I'm always chasing bread it be
nasty
I remember that video of a nigga suckin toes in the backseat
Yall nasty
I had this bitch
And her name was Ashley
She freaky
I call myself slime
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Gotta get my bread up
On da road to riches
I'm chasing dese millions
Millions
Gotta get my bread up
Elevated myself to anotha level
Been
Money on my mind so these haters in a way
Having conversation with the paper every day
I ain't talking short bread, girl with that magic cake
Plus
That make her rider (yeah)
Say put that TEC (yeah)
Right by her eyes (yeah)
She keep it wet (yeah)
She passed my test (yeah)
I count my check (yeah)
to God almost every day
I still had to ask why it had be this way
I know he working in mysterious ways
I guess that's why me, Ashley, edd, and Dre
Stop by
yeah
As of lately I'm chilling
Shiinzo stepped into the building
Got all black on my body
I think I started my healing
Late nightz, I'm chilling
Always
I did to get here was grimy
I don't flip the fish
Instead I stretch it like pilates
Ridin with the blick
Can't wait to catch myself a body
Under drug
A hundred dollar bill a day
Can't trust no nigga, that gon' flake
I'm with my dawg like Finn and Jake
Middle fingers, they gon' hate
Left his body by the lake
the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my self, you
in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my
Yeah, let's go, yeah, bitch Yeah, X-rated, A-T-B
I'm so hot, when I die, bury me by Percocets I don't care about how many bodies I got, I just want
all you care, this bread could be my body
The end
This is my blood you drink
This is my body you eat
If you would remember me when you eat and drink
all you care, this bread could be my body
The end
This is my blood you drink
This is my body you eat
If you would remember me when you eat and drink
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
GOLD
Music by Carlos Villalobos and Shon Loyd Words by Ashley Ballard
I'm gonne pop
Cuz I got that wookie on the top
My eye game on lock
And I
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
could be my blood.
For all you care, this bread could be my body.
The end! This is my blood you drink.
This is my body you eat.
If you would remember
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