Dubb$on - Buttah Bread Lyrics

Buttah Bread
9-5 or that guttah bread
If she wasn't talking bags & blues
No telling what she said
You know we got family's to feed
No telling what we did
Silver spoon claiming the bottom
We came from under there
Laced with the game and the drip
So we ain't unprepared
It's real shit going on
I know y'all unaware
Play it cool
They ejecting niggas
Like they paid the ref
Stayed true to myself
How I gained respect
Never had to buy a friend or ever play pretend
Cmon now my ken is finessers man
Save the bag before these hoes
Never second man
Always On my toes
I could never be hesitant
Smoking good pack on the way to this ticket,
The world ain't playing fair
So I stay on my pivot
Legal or Illegal
That ain't none of ya business
Unless you tryna do business
Ya bitch can't stand me
Cause my presence nutritious
Just cause I got a bag
Don't get shit twisted
She must be a fool
If she think I'm tricking
She won't get a thang
Like I'm canceling Christmas
How you tryna run game
And ain't even conditioned
Team player
Ain't none to put my
Dawgs in position
I'm so gifted
I'm so Richmond
She about to swallow dubb
Right after her shift end

Then I say goodbye
I ain't even go lie
Baby head game fire
She went doo-doo dumb
She went SSI
All this pain stuck to me
I've been hurt for awhile
You can see it in my face
I swear it hurt just to smile
I done came so far
I can't let up now
They don't never show love
To the ghetto child
Imma get my checkup
Before I check out
Im gone