CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : bread
I'm about that cash
F**k it, I'll accept Yen
I'ma eat that a** 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 carca** 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
Allison, can you explain what internet is?
F**k it, I'll accept Yen
I'ma eat that a** 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 carca** 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
Allison, can you explain what internet is?
