Bread Winners
Young Thug feat. Young Butta Lyrics

I know that I'm making a killing
I'm aware that I'm earning a lot of money

My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
There are stars in the roof of my car

My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
My friends are acting crazy, not because they took Ritalin

AP bitch, I'm all bout them Benji's
I'm all about earning hundred-dollar bills and wearing an AP watch

I come through fresh like John Lennon
I come through stylish, like John Lennon did

My wrist a haircut, I'm not kidding
My wrist has so many diamonds, it looks like a haircut

They dig all the shit that I'm kicking
They enjoy all the things I'm saying or doing

I just bought my bitch some new titties
I recently paid for my girlfriend to get breast implants

You take out these pictures, you bogus
If you remove these pictures, you're fake

We gon' turn your ass until you tollin'
We are going to beat you up until you're struggling to stand

We gon' ice your ass down 'til you folded
We are going to beat you up until you're lying on the ground (folded), immobile

Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
Kick that woman off the boat without warning

Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
My jewelry is so expensive that it needs to float

Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
I want some attractive women to have sex with my friend

I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
I like eating seafood and Chipotle

They got lots of bread, I'ma call Butta
They have a lot of money, so I'm going to call Young Butta

Three chopsticks, I paid a stack for it
I paid a lot of money for three chopsticks

They run me through, I probably got warrants
They investigate me a lot, and maybe I have warrants for my arrest

In the back of the back, uh
In the backseat of my car

Burning OG out of Backwoods
Smoking OG Kush in Backwoods cigars

I just dancing diamonds, racing Balmain
I'm showing off my expensive jewelry and expensive clothing

Lots of fakes allergic to seafood and serve for decoration
Many people are not actually allergic to seafood, but they claim to be just for show

Lobster never tasted
I have never tasted lobster

Missed Thanksgiving, I was in Miami
I didn't spend Thanksgiving with my family because I was in Miami

I was on ocean, I was on vacation
I was at the beach, on vacation

In the best speed, 120 racing
I was driving at the fastest speed, at 120 mph

AP on the right, shit was like the Matrix
My watch was on my right wrist, and the situation felt like a scene from The Matrix movie

In and out of lanes, weaving in the spaceship
I was driving in and out of traffic, like I'm a spaceship maneuvering through an obstacle course

I'm flexing, got muscle like Popeye
I'm flaunting my wealth (flexing), or I'm physically strong, like Popeye (depending on the context)

But fighter [?] no bitch that is not I
I'm not a coward, I am someone who fights

I'm [?] go tell the roof bye bye
I'm so high up (either literally, or metaphorically), I'm saying goodbye to the roof

Then remove the lid at the stoplight
Then I'll take off the roof of my car at a traffic light

With my side bitches at Benihana's
I'm hanging out with my attractive girlfriends at Benihana's restaurant

Brung her sister, her bestie, her mama
I brought my girlfriend's sister, best friend, and mother with us

Told 'em tab is on me, yeah I got 'em
I told them I'm paying for the bill, and I got them covered

And I pay the bill all in new hundreds
I pay for the bill using new hundred-dollar bills

Now that is real colorful money
That's real money that has different colors on each bill

Spikes on me, they drip at the bottom
I'm wearing jewelry that has spikes hanging from it, making it look like it's dripping downward

She want Thug, and her friend is a toss up
She wants me, and her friend is a possible option for me to have sex with

She say she want a cat
She says she wants to have sex with me

So I went bought a Jag
So I bought a Jaguar car

And it match in the back
And it has a matching color in the back

Make these bitches look sad
Make these women jealous or upset

I just dyed my hair grey
I recently dyed my hair to be a gray color

Like a motherfucking dad
Like a middle-aged man

And you know that we feastin'
You know that we're having a good time, usually with food

I just couldn't get fat
I can't gain weight, no matter how much I eat

Mind fuck 'em when I speak
I confuse or manipulate people when I talk

Take the Farrakhan notes
Take careful observations, like the notes of Louis Farrakhan

My rock wrist is on gold, like the new hundred spokes
My watch is on a gold wristband, similar to new car wheels that have a hundred spokes

Niggas scared to they soul
People are scared to their core

When I pull up with folks
When I arrive with my crew

I'ma take all the [?]
I'm going to take everything (depending on the context)

Put it right in her throat
Give it to her strongly, in a sexual context

And you know I stay with them AKs and I should've caught 'em
You know I have AK-47 guns, and I should have used them (depending on the context)

Mane fuck 'em he shouldn't have played 'bout the butta
Forget them, they shouldn't have messed with Young Butta (either as a person, or as a nickname)

I only play inside the cover
I only fool around (either in music, or in life) with trusted people who have my back

Like a kid I make them play with eachother
Like a child, I make people entertain themselves with each other

And I'm ridin' round with a real bad bitch
I'm driving around with an attractive and sexy woman

Oops I meant girl, cover
Actually, I meant to say 'girl', not 'bitch'

They got lots of bread, I'm
They have a lot of money, and I'm...