Br-br-br-br-bread in the toaster Burn it up What they talking? We ain't heard enough Bread in the toaster Burn it up What they talking? We ain't heard enough Porsche coming, we gone drop the roof Cut the wheels like a fucking coupe You don't fuck with me Shit I don't fuck with you You 'bout lies, and I'm telling truth I'm 'bout dirt and you follow rules I break them shits and I pay the dues You 'bout telling me all the shit that you finna do You an interlude Gold chains and them gold fronts That's for bitches in TV Dumb shit what you seeing What the fuck you believe in? I'm 'bout making the motherfuckers with all the cheese believe in me My homeboy in that mouse trap Where they don't get no sound at It ain't no hoes and no loud pack I feel for him, we gone bounce back Got whatever you need homie Wide awake with these dreams homie Count shit you can't even figure Her ass wider than a Cadillac I'm smashin' that I'm like "Skrrt!" Damn, body shop they like "Oh man!" Shit leaking like a car wash Damp damp, I got wamp wamp I got food stamps and her legs cramp We in the Hamptons, I'm Porsche Cayenne'in Niggas still on that fly shit Still on that I might die shit Still on that I don't give a fuck what it cost still might buy shit X2 Dolla bills, dolls bills Five hundred, half a mil God damn, I'm like shit nigga Guess this what I get nigga Hundred grand worth of charcoal with no barcode I'm like this nigga Jammed up, but I took the bail like a gift nigga No bitch nigga No snitch nigga This crime pays Cashing in on them rainy days When I was growing up, ain't have enough That's why I'm acting up Like fat booty's, like buying shit Like selling shit Shit I might have something that you trying to get Shit it might be something that you might've missed And I might have more if you adding this I might be what they say I am And I might've did what they say I did Got a Midas touch, I ain't blowing smoke I'm blowing up Y'all niggas tokens, I'm in her slot Jackpot approaching, my couch cost yo crib nigga My crib paid by yo rent nigga Pull the john in a Mac truck Ain't shit you can tell me 'bout shit nigga Unless you live this and don't fear shit Did shit and can't see shit through these tints I'm Breaking Bad at this campsite Been cooking up for my whole life Eating good I got a appetite Shoulda bought a stack of these apple pies when the price is right Before the [?], fuck the hecklers For the record, furthermore ain't much more to tell ya