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 grind
Summer time, ice it shine, like it winter time
Thought I was in a bind
We pay them and beat the crime
Put babies in b*tches, that's fine
She telling me line up her line
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 and in-between now
You n*ggas ain't nothing compared to me
You n*ggas be feigned out
Yeah, yeah ,yeah
Oh, we popping pills
About to go spend me a deal
I'm sticking and geeking like Gretel
I'm tryna put bills all through my will
I'm telling that b*tch to bick it and chill and all I can do is provide the real

[Chorus: Young Sizzle]
I catch head from my side, yeah, yeah
Nothing but bread on my mind, yeah, yeah
I got bread from my time, yeah, yeah
Tell em catch up, hoe, no Heinz, yeah, yeah
Lets have a 3 way, shippy shippy legs
She got stripper ways, with a model face
Love to roll and blaze, Rolex they don't glaze
pus*y boy you flay, you snorting funnel cake
[Post-Chorus: Bookie T]
You lil nasty b*tch, ok
You lil nasty b*tch

[Verse 3: Bookie T]
In the land, been balling
In Houston, mixed TV giants
Puerto rican b*tch in hall of fame, I hit, I be honest
Diamonds water, water lookin like a cold ass Dasani
Took a look at these boys, yeah, got your n*ggas 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 head in vehicular
Then your bae, I be di*king her and the weed is prescription, bruh
Coming up on the rough side of the mountain
Chuba got the water fountain, b*tch get a money counter every TV mounting
If I ever just walk through the hall way
Aye, Pee, we boutta get it the long way
Two white hoes like I’m riding some laundry
Crime pays, know I get it the harder way
pus*y on Broadway
Goddamn, count money and f*ck all day
Never thought I say it til’ I’m getting tired of ménage
Step my game up, because the fame up
Because my name up, because the Benz truck
Slow up, let it gobble up
Show up before a motherf*cker tummy-tuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Bridge: Bookie T]
Need to know you believe in me
How’d I know you were leaving me?

[Chorus: Young Sizzle]
I catch head from my side, yeah, yeah
Nothing but bread on my mind, yeah, yeah
I got bread from my time, yeah, yeah
Tell em catch up, hoe, no Heinz, yeah, yeah
Lets have a 3 way, shippy shippy legs
She got stripper ways, with a model face
Love to roll and blaze, Rolex they don't glaze
pus*y boy you flay, you snorting funnel cake