roscoe dash - bread winners lyrics
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
wait, my head spinning
bsop, that’s bread spending
they pay admission just to pay attention
i stay with pictures like they prescription
pray two for me, i pop them all
usually i don’t stop at all
we got bottles up and i need a cup
i got b-tches all on my c-ck and b-lls
that’s crazy, ain’t it?
mtv made us famous
drop more b-tches than a gay parade
and my chains in there
when i would say so, mean it
b-tch, what my name is?
dummy, bout to go and cop some sh-t with this money
free falling, we balling, we get those stalks and jacks with that honey
through the four lanes at play, boy, bunny
i wanna get drunk and play more for me
jtk done crashed his b-ss so i’
baby, please make a scene
can’t you see i got ancient fees
i could take a leak, look at all the bread that it’s making me
real winners, all this bread that bread give us
all this dough, every day is christmas
shut it down, they can’t stay in business
real winners, picked up and eleven
all these girls, they head givers
they play with us, oh
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
i spend it
motherf-cker, i get it
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
motherf-cker, i spend it, ran with it
shut it down and can’t stamp in it
watch this go off
all these girls with they clothes off
my other girls gonna let me know
when she’s pulling off, that’s a close call
you know it’s fall when them dollars fall
and i dream of genie, taj mahal
chick, private charter, niagara falls
mick jagger devil, hit and all
grab my team like i’m lifting weight
pop a bottle in this b-tch
so many f-cking vixens on this sh-t, who’s this kitten
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got the whole world wishing that they knew our king, d-mn
money ball like brad pitt
money call, i pick up, i ain’t never had sh-t
got this, now i really gotta have that sh-t
gotta get cash, stack it and that’s it
pull that weight, mula be, the only thing motherf-cker wanna do like we
‘you n-gg-s ain’t getting no money, b-tch
n-gg-, my’weed strong, roll it
we gonna be on, you know it
jtk go, own it, sounds so special, n-gg- done it
so full of myself, need to throw up
go nuts, snap whenever that beat comes on
f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you
i’m out, leave me alone
real winners, all this bread that bread give us
all this dough, every day is christmas
shut it down, they can’t stay in business
real winners, picked up and eleven
all these girls, they head givers
they play with us, oh
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
i spend it
motherf-cker, i get it
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
motherf-cker, i spend it, ran with it
shut it down and can’t stamp in it
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
money, money, money, money, money, money
money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds
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