Kunci: A major
Verse 1
C
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
It's all about my brick 45 bitch
You got the bread bread,
got the bread on the menu
G
C
G
Money call clothes the type of...
C
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
G
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
C
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
Get your, get your own bread I
G
C
don't gotta call the...
Verse 2
C
You already know I walk up in the corner
G
C
store smelling like some dro'
Polo on my body got them Jordans on
my toe (retro)
I'm covered up in ice my chest is
G
C
twelve below (below)
Rolex on my wrist and I wear
it like a pro (fo sho)
Cm
C
I'm at the Rockets game
G
somewhere sittin' on the floor
C
I'm right behind the bench,
I don't even know the score
I'm leaning up the foe and I'm
G
bout to post some more.
C
I'm bout to hear the dreams
holla at the homie though
I'm ridin with G look and be
G
done in my bros
C
My mind on the paper so
my pocket full of dough
G
Till they put me in the grave
I'm a get it til I go.
C
Got the
Verse 3
bread bread, bread on the menu
It's all about my brick 45 bitch
Cm
C
You got the bread bread,
got the bread on the menu
Cm
G
Money call clothes the type of...
Cm
C
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
G
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
C
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
G
Get your, get your own bread
I don't gotta call the...
C
I got the dopest
Verse 4
clothes that
mean I keep protection
So much bread on me my
G
pockets got a yeast infection
C
I got that Wonder Bread,
Mrs. Baird's, Nature's Own,
And I ain't sharin shit bitch
G
go make your own
C
Damn that's a lot of dough
yeah that Ciabatta ho.
I'm offering drinks with so much
ones liek guess a dollar store.
Cm
G
Cm
C
You got that funny money you boys comedians.
my money talk so God damn bad
G
C
It's disobedient. The root of all evil,
bread the sweetest sin.
Send me to hell, hand me my plate
G
bitch I'm gonna eat again.
C
Wallet full of grands,
I ain't cooking biscuits.
G
Got all my grub found out the size
of my bank account terrific.
C
Got the
Verse 5
Cm
C
Cm
bread bread, bread on the menu
C
Cm
G
It's all about my brick 45 bitch
Cm
C
You got the bread bread,
got the bread on the menu
G
Money call clothes the type of...
C
Cm
Got the bread bread,
C
Cm
C
bread on the menu
G
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
C
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
G
Get your, get your own bread I
don't gotta call the...
Verse 6
Cm
My mind on my paper,
C
my hand on my heater.
A trill talk speaker and I speak it
Cm
G
C
through ya speakers
Swisher full of reefer and a
bottle full of sleepers.
I'll talk ya out ya money,
G
I could've been a preacher
C
The truth can't get deep
but lies run deeper
Cm
C
So my pistol on my waste by my
Cm
G
C
belt like a beeper.
Cm
Posted on a block somethin'
C
like a parking meter.
My frontin money old,
G
like them wild margaritas.
C
Cm
G
C
I got a lot yards you come by the meter.
G
I got a lot of drink and I pour by the liter.
C
I gotta lot of hustles and
G
some of them illegal.
I'm a grind all day 'til
G
I meet the Grim Reaper.
C
Got the
Verse 7
Cm
bread bread, bread on the menu
C
It's all about my brick 45 bitch
Cm
C
You got the bread bread,
Cm
got the bread on the menu
G
Money call clothes the type of...
Cm
C
Got the bread bread,
Cm
C
bread on the menu
C
G
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
C
Got the bread bread, bread on the menu
Cm
C
Get your, get your own bread
G
I don't gotta call the...
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