调:A major•
Verse 1
It's all about my brick 45 bitch
You got the bread bread,
got the bread on the menu
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D
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Money call clothes the type of...
Get your, get your own bread I
Verse 2
Polo on my body got them Jordans on
my toe (retro)
I'm covered up in ice my chest is
Rolex on my wrist and I wear
it like a pro (fo sho)
I don't even know the score
I'm leaning up the foe and I'm
holla at the homie though
I'm ridin with G look and be
my pocket full of dough
I'm a get it til I go.
Verse 3
bread bread, bread on the menu
It's all about my brick 45 bitch
got the bread on the menu
I don't gotta call the...
Verse 4
clothes that
mean I keep protection
So much bread on me my
Mrs. Baird's, Nature's Own,
And I ain't sharin shit bitch
yeah that Ciabatta ho.
I'm offering drinks with so much
ones liek guess a dollar store.
Dm
A
Dm
D
You got that funny money you boys comedians.
my money talk so God damn bad
bread the sweetest sin.
Send me to hell, hand me my plate
I ain't cooking biscuits.
of my bank account terrific.
Verse 5
Dm
D
Dm
bread bread, bread on the menu
D
Dm
A
It's all about my brick 45 bitch
got the bread on the menu
D
Dm
D
bread on the menu
don't gotta call the...
Verse 6
A trill talk speaker and I speak it
Dm
A
D
through ya speakers
Swisher full of reefer and a
bottle full of sleepers.
I'll talk ya out ya money,
but lies run deeper
Dm
A
D
belt like a beeper.
My frontin money old,
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Dm
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D
I got a lot yards you come by the meter.
I'm a grind all day 'til
Verse 7
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