Jerome The Prince - BREAD N BUTTER Lyrics

Getting money, I think that's my bread and butter...

You know that my woman hotter than the summer...

I'm the realist, yes you heard me, dawg I ain't stutter...

Blue hundreds, man I think that shit my favorite color...

You know this is something you can dance too...

My shawty back it up, I'm in a trance ooh...

They know not to test me like the classroom...

I'm the man, I deserve a statue...





[Verse 1:]



This shit going nuts just like some cashews...

I'm getting to the bag because cash rules...

Fellas wanna test me that's a bad move...

Leave them in the garbage for the raccoons...

I ain't going nowhere like a tattoo...

Couple hundred on the dinner, f*ck some fast food...

When you winning, they gon say they miss the past you...

Thats funny, Cause I didn't f*cking ask you...

Tryna make a milli fore' I'm dead, that's big facts...

Life moving fast, I don't got no time to chit chat...

I'ma put a glacier where my motherf*cking wrist at...

You against me, that's a motherf*cking mismatch...





[Verse 2:]



Made a living just recording in my bed room...

All my competition gon be dead soon...

Had to cop the first class tickets...

Cause, me and baby girl want some f*ckin leg room...

Who's the realist dawg you know it's me...

I'm in a condo getting higher like, Do Re Mi...

Broke boys, I can tell that they don't like me...

And do I give a lovely f*ck, um, no siree...

I gotta get it while I'm here, I'ma make the world care...

If you wanna be a winner then you gotta tackle fear...

I can tell that this my moment, I can feel it in the air...

Everybody wanna rap, but there's no one that who can compare, aye...