CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : bread
I'm about that cash
f**k it, I'll accept Yen
I'ma eat that ass like I'm like Kaneki Ken
If it ain't 'bout money, then I'll leave you on read
If you ain't gon' show, then I'll take my bread, like, yeah
Damn, can you hop up off my d**k?
It's so loud up in this call, I swear I cannot hear me think
Got some MOL$ white knights tryna guard me like I'm little
You annoying little b*t*h, I'll throw your carcass on the griddle, ayy, yeah
I'm about that, right, I'm about that pen
Call me H3, talkin' 'bout MOL$, that's a ten (That's a ten)
That's a Perc 3,000,000
Eat the whole thing, got me feeling real pretty, uhm
Sike, nah b*t*h, I don't smoke at all b*t*h
Bars, you know they flawless
MOL$ the G.O.A.T., he got it
Ha, wait, I think I like that b*t*h
She let me beat the pu**y up all over Skype and sh*t
In that lil' b*t*h better go 'head and take her vitamins
'Cause I will make sure that she healthy when I pipe that sh*t
She like, "What you get for Christmas?"
I got drip, b*t*h
And she let me wear her lips, that lil' b*t*h is lipless
You been talkin' like I give sh*t, I do not give sh*ts
It's like, you can catch this d**k, b*t*h
It's on my wish list, huh, wait, yeah, uh
I'm a bad b*t*h, you mother f**kers can't handle it
All these ho's been actin' fake, like Kevin Durant a b*t*h
With the way I'm makin' hits, I'm just up like Mickey Mantle, b*t*h
You've been firing these shots, you just might run out of ammo, b*t*h, ayy
f**k it, I'll accept Yen
I'ma eat that ass like I'm like Kaneki Ken
If it ain't 'bout money, then I'll leave you on read
If you ain't gon' show, then I'll take my bread, like, yeah
Damn, can you hop up off my d**k?
It's so loud up in this call, I swear I cannot hear me think
Got some MOL$ white knights tryna guard me like I'm little
You annoying little b*t*h, I'll throw your carcass on the griddle, ayy, yeah
I'm about that, right, I'm about that pen
Call me H3, talkin' 'bout MOL$, that's a ten (That's a ten)
That's a Perc 3,000,000
Eat the whole thing, got me feeling real pretty, uhm
Sike, nah b*t*h, I don't smoke at all b*t*h
Bars, you know they flawless
MOL$ the G.O.A.T., he got it
Ha, wait, I think I like that b*t*h
She let me beat the pu**y up all over Skype and sh*t
In that lil' b*t*h better go 'head and take her vitamins
'Cause I will make sure that she healthy when I pipe that sh*t
She like, "What you get for Christmas?"
I got drip, b*t*h
And she let me wear her lips, that lil' b*t*h is lipless
You been talkin' like I give sh*t, I do not give sh*ts
It's like, you can catch this d**k, b*t*h
It's on my wish list, huh, wait, yeah, uh
I'm a bad b*t*h, you mother f**kers can't handle it
All these ho's been actin' fake, like Kevin Durant a b*t*h
With the way I'm makin' hits, I'm just up like Mickey Mantle, b*t*h
You've been firing these shots, you just might run out of ammo, b*t*h, ayy
