歌詞
I finesse with class
All hit no pass
Don't believe me then just watch and learn
Babe I don't feel don't ask
Just please, all ass
I can't really be you bachelor
End with no kiss don't spazz
All net I chaz all the moneyshots up on your mouth
It's a good day for cash and bad
Habit passion now you in the past tense
I only like when you talk in the pillow
Now don't play and catch a feela
Tell drew to bring a hundred billas
Cause this lil girls acting some novelas
I don't wanna try love babe I'm tangent
I'm like chance way better independent
Sometimes I wanna go back to the bando
Cause these bitches never heading where the bands at
SOLO DOLO
Make bread with my homie Han Solo
HOLLA BALLERS
Spread it out baby no butter
SOLO DOLO
Make bread with my homie Han Solo
HOLLA BALLERS
Spread it out baby no butter
Aye, I remember dreaming bout the big league
Woah, now I moved on went to big things
No, never could've been a better big three
I, always still fiend to get some more green
Splurge, spend the pain away like it's morphine
Go, get another rack then I dread CREAM
Gold, melting on my neck vanilla ice cream
GOLD MELTING ON MY NECK VANILLA ICE CREAM AYE
Backwards do I say it like I'm Yoda
Florida boy hopping out Dakota
And I'm feeling colder
Cause they drink my lyrics like its soda
Making money sitting on the sofa
And I'm getting older
But I'm feeling bolder
New flows, big shows feeling like the owner
Sitting on the game just like a roller coaster
Ballin on them hard James Harden with the floater
Shut up
Don't run yo mouth get cut up
SOLO DOLO
Make bread with my homie Han Solo
HOLLA BALLERS
Spread it out baby no butter
SOLO DOLO
Make bread with my homie Han Solo
HOLLA BALLERS
Spread it out baby no butter
Written by: Lionel Reaves Wilder