[Hook]
Br-br-br-br-bread in the toaster
Burn it up
What they talking?
We ain't heard enough
Bread in the toaster
Burn it up
What they talking?
We ain't heard enough
[Verse 1: Iyeball]
Porsche coming, we gone drop the roof
Cut the wheels like a f*cking coupe
You don't f*ck with me
sh*t I don't f*ck with you
You 'bout lies, and I'm telling truth
I'm 'bout dirt and you follow rules
I break them sh*ts and I pay the dues
You 'bout telling me all the sh*t that you finna do
You an interlude
Gold chains and them gold fronts
That's for b*tches in TV
Dumb sh*t what you seeing
What the f*ck you believe in?
I'm 'bout making the motherf*ckers with all the cheese believe in me
My homeboy in that mouse trap
Where they don't get no sound at
It ain't no hoes and no loud pack
I feel for him, we gone bounce back
Got whatever you need homie
Wide awake with these dreams homie
Count sh*t you can't even figure
Her ass wider than a Cadillac
I'm smashin' that I'm like "Skrrt!"
Damn, body shop they like "Oh man!"
sh*t leaking like a car wash
Damp damp, I got wamp wamp
I got food stamps and her legs cramp
We in the Hamptons, I'm Porsche Cayenne'in
n*ggas still on that fly sh*t
Still on that I might die sh*t
Still on that I don't give a f*ck what it cost still might buy sh*t
[Hook]
[Bridge] x2
Dolla bills, dolls bills
Five hundred, half a mil
[Verse 2]
God damn, I'm like sh*t n*gga
Guess this what I get n*gga
Hundred grand worth of charcoal with no barcode
I'm like this n*gga
Jammed up, but I took the bail like a gift n*gga
No b*tch n*gga
No snitch n*gga
This crime pays
Cashing in on them rainy days
When I was growing up, ain't have enough
That's why I'm acting up
Like fat booty's, like buying sh*t
Like selling sh*t
sh*t I might have something that you trying to get
sh*t it might be something that you might've missed
And I might have more if you adding this
I might be what they say I am
And I might've did what they say I did
Got a Midas touch, I ain't blowing smoke
I'm blowing up
Y'all n*ggas tokens, I'm in her slot
Jackpot approaching, my couch cost yo crib n*gga
My crib paid by yo rent n*gga
Pull the john in a Mac truck
Ain't sh*t you can tell me 'bout sh*t n*gga
Unless you live this and don't fear sh*t
Did sh*t and can't see sh*t through these tints
I'm Breaking Bad at this campsite
Been cooking up for my whole life
Eating good I got a appetite
Shoulda bought a stack of these apple pies when the price is right
Before the [?], f*ck the hecklers
For the record, furthermore ain't much more to tell ya
[Hook]
[Bridge]