歌词

[Verse 1]
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough, I'ma get 'em
You should know better
Do it all for my dawgs, every day, going hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil', now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough, I'ma get 'em
I'm a bread winner
[Verse 2]
Getting it in, gotta win, we not kicking it
Bread winner team, we sick and we lit with it
Whipping machines equipped with a fridge in it
We the connect, we not 'bout to mention it
We with the ****, no talking, we finish it
Some say I'm ignorant, miracle we touch in September
I'm making my pilgrimage
Maybe I'm different, looked at you like you was special
You not even built for this
More foes in the crush
Gangster when it's up, **** going nuts
Big shit tucked, toolie on clutch
Pockets on lump, free my **** Lump
Going out dumb, engine on run, thugging in the slums
Thumbing through the hund's, separate the ones
My daughter get the fives, break bread sliding
Lay up in there, hiding
That Roley too expensive, Motel 6-ing it
Bitch, quit tripping, **** in feelings
Weight don't wait, forklift lifting
Price they gon' fix it, trap something vicious
[Verse 3]
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough, I'ma get 'em
You should know better
Do it all for my dawgs, every day, going hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil', now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough, I'ma get 'em
I'm a bread winner
[Verse 4]
(I'm saying what you talking about?)
(Man, just do you Gates, there it is)
[Verse 5]
Dive ahead, front pockets stuffed
With money, look like we been doing lunges
Raise up, hit the blunt, I'm doing crunches
Tattooed all over my stomach
I'm in London, talking to Big London
Stand up in their chairs, okay, I love you
**** hating, wait I'm doing numbers
In they feelings, tell 'em I said, fuck 'em
Hold up, wait, tell 'em that I love 'em
We could go, we had a discussion
Fame tend to blind the people on the side of you
Like you never mean nothing
Focus on brand new things
Tryna show my children how to hustle
Teach 'em how to trust one another
All we got is us and your mother
Fall down, get back up again
Lose it all right before you win
Kevin, man, you messing up your gift
Shit like this be hard to come again
Former bad, I know I admit
Real struggle, I don't ever quit
Thinkin' back when I ain't have a cent
Back when I ain't have a shit to give
[Verse 6]
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough, I'ma get 'em
You should know better
Do it all for my dawgs, every day, going hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil', now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough, I'ma get 'em
I'm a bread winner
[Verse 7]
(Come smoke with me, bro, yeah)
(What you want with me?)
(You know, I'm sorry bro)
(I like that you)
(That you're proud of me)
I'm a bread winner
Written by: Frank "Nitty" Brim, Gamal Lewis, James "JHart" Abrahart, James John Abrahart Jr., James William Lavigne, Jeremy Coleman, Jim Lavigne, Kevin Gilyard, Tinashe Sibanda
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