Funnel Cake

Lyrics

[Intro] Fonzie on the beat boy Yuh, yeah [Verse 1: Young Sizzle] We chase bread by any means, all we know is grind Summer time, ice it shine, like it winter time Thought I was in a bind We pay them and beat the crime Put babies in bitches, that's fine She telling me line up her line On the green route Let em' take your team out On a lean route, shoot that clip and lean down We getting it all top, bottom and in-between now You niggas ain't nothing compared to me You niggas be feigned out Yeah, yeah ,yeah Oh, we popping pills About to go spend me a deal I'm sticking and geeking like Gretel I'm tryna put bills all through my will I'm telling that bitch to bick it and chill and all I can do is provide the real [Chorus: Young Sizzle] I catch head from my side, yeah, yeah Nothing but bread on my mind, yeah, yeah I got bread from my time, yeah, yeah Tell em catch up, hoe, no Heinz, yeah, yeah Lets have a 3 way, shippy shippy legs She got stripper ways, with a model face Love to roll and blaze, Rolex they don't glaze Pussy boy you flay, you snorting funnel cake [Post-Chorus: Bookie T] You lil nasty bitch, ok You lil nasty bitch [Verse 3: Bookie T] In the land, been balling In Houston, mixed TV giants Puerto rican bitch in hall of fame, I hit, I be honest Diamonds water, water lookin like a cold ass Dasani Took a look at these boys, yeah, got your niggas around me None of them diamonds is cloudy Get your bitch wetter wetter When I want her, I get her When I get her, I got her But these hoes are particular, getting head in vehicular Then your bae, I be dicking her and the weed is prescription, bruh Coming up on the rough side of the mountain Chuba got the water fountain, bitch get a money counter every TV mounting If I ever just walk through the hall way Aye, Pee, we boutta get it the long way Two white hoes like I'm riding some laundry Crime pays, know I get it the harder way Pussy on Broadway Goddamn, count money and fuck all day Never thought I say it til' I'm getting tired of ménage Step my game up, because the fame up Because my name up, because the Benz truck Slow up, let it gobble up Show up before a motherfucker tummy-tuck Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge: Bookie T] Need to know you believe in me How'd I know you were leaving me? [Chorus: Young Sizzle] I catch head from my side, yeah, yeah Nothing but bread on my mind, yeah, yeah I got bread from my time, yeah, yeah Tell em catch up, hoe, no Heinz, yeah, yeah Lets have a 3 way, shippy shippy legs She got stripper ways, with a model face Love to roll and blaze, Rolex they don't glaze Pussy boy you flay, you snorting funnel cake