MONEY SPREAD

We hop out

You come out

Get it in

We get bread

You get bread

We all get bread

Go

I get bread, make her spread call it Nutella (yeah)

We got dope up in the back, but we can never cut up

I told gang to don't even trip, he gotta new Beretta (ska)

I told gang to don't even trip my brother gettem wet up

In Miami with the gang, hop out with the sprinters (yeah)

Chrome Heart with the gang, ice cream with vanilla (ice)

Told that bitch that she wanna sang, ain't talking Bryson Tiller (woo)

I done told that bitch she wanna fuck, I done put her in a pillow

Why she singing I ain't Bryson Tiller

I ain't trippin' about the bitch, the bitch, she fuck my nigga

Tripping about the bitch got me tripping about my neck (woo)

Tripping about the bitch got me tripping 'cause she wet (woo)

Tripping about the bitch made a hundred with a set (woo)

Tripping about the bitch made a hundred, we can bet (woo)

Trippin about the bitch in the store, bitch, give me a tech (woo)

Trippin about the bitch, we can get it with the set (woo)

I get bread, make her spread, call it Nutella (yeah)

We got dope up in the back, but we can never cut up

I told gang to don't even trip, he gotta new Beretta (ska)

I told gang to don't even trip my brother gettem wet up

In Miami with the gang, hop out with the sprinters (yeah)

Chrome Heart with the gang, ice cream with vanilla (look)

Told that bitch that she wanna sang, ain't talking Bryson Tiller (woo)

I done told that bitch she wanna fuck, I done put her in a pillow

Look

I ain't bryson tiller

Shorty likes a villain, shorty like a fuckin' killa

I'm the nigga with berettas that Yung Bino speaking of

Fa, fa, fa, pa

All my bread, let it spread

Like a bank teller

When I put her in chanelly

It just makes her wetter, uh

I can't make it to that party, this shit hitting better

Look, I don't even want your money, I'd just rather get her, huh