Roscoe Dash

Roscoe Dash - Bread Winners lyrics

rate me

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 bitches all on my cock and balls

That’s crazy, ain’t it?

MTV made us famous

Drop more bitches than a gay parade

And my chains in there

When I would say so, mean it

Bitch, what my name is?

Dummy, bout to go and cop some shit 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 bass 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

Motherfucker, I get it

Money, money, money, money, money, money

Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds

Motherfucker, 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 bitch

So many fucking vixens on this shit, who’s this kitten

Got the whole world wishing that they knew our king, damn

Money ball like Brad Pitt

Money call, I pick up, I ain’t never had shit

Got this, now I really gotta have that shit

Gotta get cash, stack it and that’s it

Pull that weight, mula be, the only thing motherfucker wanna do like we

…you niggas ain’t getting no money, bitch

Nigga, my…weed strong, roll it

We gonna be on, you know it

JTK go, own it, sounds so special, nigga done it

So full of myself, need to throw up

Go nuts, snap whenever that beat comes on

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck 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

Motherfucker, I get it

Money, money, money, money, money, money

Money, money, twenties, fifties, hundreds, hundreds

Motherfucker, 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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