Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Khalel Shamon
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hey
I'm the bread man
I'm the bread man
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Yeah
Who the fuck he think he is
I be spreading money all whites on inside the crib
What the fuck
Why the fuck he think he it
I invest the money
You be spending money
How the fuck you gon' get rich
Walkin' with a stack in the house
Talkin' like I'm that
Cause I'm like that
Just push up and find out
Bitch, just send the addy to your house
Gotta watch my back
When I pull up, ima bring a light amount
I don't got friends and I can't lie
This shit be gettin' lonely
Hold my thoughts in cause I feel like ain't nobody my brodie
Throw some guap in n then
I go and hoe the ones who hoed me
Said you real, I ain't gon' lie
You gotta show me
I get too high
Every day I need to stop
I can't lie
I might die n
You might never hear from guap
I just sigh every time I hear that motherfucker drop
You don't make hard shit
You make fart
That shit ass
That shit trash
That shit is booty
This shit is really bad
I don't know what makes me more mad
The fact you make music or the fact you ask me to collab
What the fuck
You wanna work
And this how it sounds
No, no, no
You gon' have to send me a couple thousand
Like a pound
She was mad cause I only went one round
I get mad cause I want a hundred thousand
I was bad as a kid
Different schools flunking out
Like I'm always humping, I say fuck it now
Who the fuck he think he is
I be spreading money all whites on inside the crib
What the fuck
Why the fuck he think he it
I invest the money
You be spendin' money
How the fuck you gon' get rich
Walkin' with a stack in the house
Talkin' like I'm that
Cause I'm like that
Just push up and find out
Bitch, just send the addy to your house
Gotta watch my back
When I pull up, I'ma bring a light amount
Written by: Christian Khalel Shamon
