Funnel Cake lyrics

[Intro]
Fonzie on the beat boy
Yuh, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Sizzle]
We chase bread by any means all we know is gram
Summer time, icy shine like it winter time
Thought I was in the barn
We pay them and beat the crime
Quit baby's and b*tches that's fine
She telling me line up her line

[Verse 2: Young Sizzle]
On the green route
Let em take your team out
On a lean route, shoot that clip and lean down
We getting it all top, bottom, n between now
You n*ggas ain't nothing compared to me
You n*ggas feen dawg
Yeah, yeah ,yeah
Oh we popping pills
Boutta go spend me a deal
I'm sticking and geeking like Gretel (the whip)
I'm tryn put bills on through my will
I'm telling that b*tch "bigger than chill" and all I can do is provide the real
[Chorus]
I cash head from my side (yaw, yaw, yaw)
Nothing but bread on my mind(yaw, yaw)
I draw bread from my time(yaw, yaw)
Tell em catch up hoe no Heinz (yaw, yaw)
Lets have a 3 way
Shipy lays
She got stripper ways
With a model face
I love roll in blaze
Rolex they don't glaze
Boy you flay, you starting funnel cake

**Beat Switch up**

[Pre-Chorus]
You lil nasty b*tch, ok
You lil nasty b*tch

[Verse 3: Bookie T]
In a land be baw
Housting mist be vagina
Puerto rican bich and hall of first I hit, I mean aghagh
Diamonds water, water lookin like a cold ass Dasani
Took a look at these bores yeah ratchest n*gga around me
None of them diamonds is cloudy
Get your b*tch wetter wetter
When I want her I get her
When I get her I got her
But these hoes are particular getting ahead vehicular
Then the bae yeah Im be di*king her in the weed is prescription
[Verse 4: Bookie T]
Come in the from the wrong side of the mountain
Chuba got the water fountain b*tch get it more they coming every tv mounatin
If I ever just walk through the hall way ay pe we will I get it the long way lookin' cilantro
Crime pays and I get it the hard way
pus*y on Broadway

[Verse 5:Bookie T]
God damn count money and f*ck all everything
Never thought I say it till im getting tired of manaji
Step my game up, cut the fame up, cut the name up, cut the b*tch all off
But they gotta love (Mumble) tummy tug
Ye ye yea, Ye ye Ye ye yea

[Pre-Chorus:Bookie T]
Need to know you leaving me
Tired of knowing you leaving me

[Chorus]
I cash head from my side (yaw, yaw, yaw)
Nothing but bread on my mind(yaw, yaw)
I draw bread from my time(yaw, yaw)
Tell em catch up hoe no Heinz (yaw, yaw)
Lets have a 3 way
Shipy lays
She got stripper ways
With a model face
I love roll in blaze
Rolex they don't glaze
Boy you flay, you starting funnel cake