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, fuck some fast food…

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

Thats funny, Cause I didn’t fucking 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 motherfucking wrist at…

You against me, that’s a motherfucking 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 fuckin 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 fuck, 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…