Break Bread

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit

Break bread with my ****, now we lit

I just need a cool hunnid on my wrist

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip

Your girl with me in a six

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick

I don't ever break bread with a bitch

**** throwing shots, but they always miss

What you talking 'bout? I'm getting money now

I ain't flexing, I'm just tryna get my mama out

I found another route, already mapped it out

Tell the club owner I'ma get him another couch

Two tone on my wrist, that's a bust down

Bottle service every time we in the club now

Why you creeping into the section? You not allowed

**** fight over pussy that we just pass around

I get money from another world, Jimmy Neutron

Go support your baby mother, she sleep on a futon

I ain't nothing like these other ****, don't compare me

And they done put me in the booth, and now it's getting scary

No co-signs, fuck a feature, I'ma get it on my own

Baby, I ain't tryna see it, just leave me the fuck alone

**** shooting up in the club, I'm going pro

You an't got enough money, so you can't take her home

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit

Break bread with my ****, now we lit

I just need a cool hunnid on my wrist

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip

Your girl with me in a six

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick

I don't ever break bread with a bitch

**** throwing shots, but they always miss

Get some head and make a track, kill two birds with one stone

That lil' boy ain't with the shits, he just talking out his dome

Told my mama that I'ma get her a million dollar home

So I could smoke in the crib, ain't gotta hear a tone

What you doing, girl? Let me interrupt your plans

And why you pressed 'cause ain't comment on your Instagram?

And I support the hustle, but no, I am not a fan

Ain't gotta front for nobody, this is just who I am

I know the money is coming, the hunger just made me want it

My first influence was a trapper, so I went to a onion

Too many bitches up in the spot, I can't breathe

And all these winners up in my circle, she can't leave, yeah

Hood ****, but I party like a rock star

Happy to say, never been inside a cop car

Switching them lanes in that new GT-R

Go 'head and try it, I don't think you gon' get far

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit

Break bread with my ****, now we lit

I just need a cool hunnid on my wrist

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip

Your girl with me in a six

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick

I don't ever break bread with a bitch

**** throwing shots, but they always miss