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[Intro]
Oh, oh
It's trap season
[Chorus]
I want the finer things, I ain't have shit
Break bread with my niggas, now we lit
I just need a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip
Yo girl with me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride stick
I don't ever break bread with a bitch
Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss
[Verse 1]
What you talkin' bout, I'm getting money now
I ain't flexin', I'm just trying to get my momma out
I found another route, already mapped it out
Tell the club owner I'ma get him another couch
Two-tone on my wrist, that's a bust down
Bottle service every time we in the club now
Why you creepin' into this section?
You not allowed
Niggas fight over pussy that we just pass around
I get money from another world, Jimmy Neutron
Go support your baby mother, she sleep on a futon
I ain't nothing like these other niggas, don't compare me
And they done put me in a booth and now it's getting scary
No co-signs, fuck a feature, I'ma get it on my own
Baby, I ain't trying to see it, just leave me the fuck alone
Niggas shootin' up in the club, I'm going prone
You ain't got enough money so you can't take her home
[Chorus]
I want the finer things, I ain't have shit
Break bread with my niggas, now we lit
I just need a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip
Yo girl with me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride stick
I don't ever break bread with a bitch
Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss
[Verse 2]
Get some head and make a track, hit two birds with one stone
That boy ain't with the shits, he just talkin' out his dome
Told my momma that I'ma get her a million dollar home
So I can smoke in the crib, ain't gotta hear her tone
What you doin', girl? Let me interrupt your plans
And why you pressed 'cause I ain't comment on your Instagram?
And I support the hustle but no I am not a fan
Ain't gotta front for nobody, this shit's just who I am
I know the money is comin', the hunger just made me want it
My first influence was the trap and so I went to an onion
Too many bitches up in the spot, I can't breathe
And all these winners up in my circle, she can't lead
Yeah, hood nigga but I party like a rockstar
Happy to say I've never been inside a cop car
Switchin' them lanes in that new GT-R
Go ahead and try it, I don't think you're gonna get far
[Chorus]
I want the finer things, I ain't have shit
Break bread with my niggas, now we lit
I just need a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip
Yo girl with me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride stick
I don't ever break bread with a bitch
Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss
[Outro]
It's trap season, bruh
Oh, oh
It's trap season
[Chorus]
I want the finer things, I ain't have shit
Break bread with my niggas, now we lit
I just need a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip
Yo girl with me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride stick
I don't ever break bread with a bitch
Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss
[Verse 1]
What you talkin' bout, I'm getting money now
I ain't flexin', I'm just trying to get my momma out
I found another route, already mapped it out
Tell the club owner I'ma get him another couch
Two-tone on my wrist, that's a bust down
Bottle service every time we in the club now
Why you creepin' into this section?
You not allowed
Niggas fight over pussy that we just pass around
I get money from another world, Jimmy Neutron
Go support your baby mother, she sleep on a futon
I ain't nothing like these other niggas, don't compare me
And they done put me in a booth and now it's getting scary
No co-signs, fuck a feature, I'ma get it on my own
Baby, I ain't trying to see it, just leave me the fuck alone
Niggas shootin' up in the club, I'm going prone
You ain't got enough money so you can't take her home
[Chorus]
I want the finer things, I ain't have shit
Break bread with my niggas, now we lit
I just need a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip
Yo girl with me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride stick
I don't ever break bread with a bitch
Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss
[Verse 2]
Get some head and make a track, hit two birds with one stone
That boy ain't with the shits, he just talkin' out his dome
Told my momma that I'ma get her a million dollar home
So I can smoke in the crib, ain't gotta hear her tone
What you doin', girl? Let me interrupt your plans
And why you pressed 'cause I ain't comment on your Instagram?
And I support the hustle but no I am not a fan
Ain't gotta front for nobody, this shit's just who I am
I know the money is comin', the hunger just made me want it
My first influence was the trap and so I went to an onion
Too many bitches up in the spot, I can't breathe
And all these winners up in my circle, she can't lead
Yeah, hood nigga but I party like a rockstar
Happy to say I've never been inside a cop car
Switchin' them lanes in that new GT-R
Go ahead and try it, I don't think you're gonna get far
[Chorus]
I want the finer things, I ain't have shit
Break bread with my niggas, now we lit
I just need a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip
Yo girl with me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride stick
I don't ever break bread with a bitch
Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss
[Outro]
It's trap season, bruh
Break Bread
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