Ever wonder what it's like to toast your success and fold it neatly into your pocket? M Huncho's "Breadwinner" is a gourmet recipe for hustling, with bread and butter as the main ingredients. He’s not just stacking cash; he’s making it crispy, clean, and rubber-banded. This isn't about flaunting wealth; it's about securing futures—from family roofs to rose-gold wrist bling. M Huncho's journey from group homes to Forbes list aspirations is peppered with life lessons: trust few, work hard, and never lose faith. With a pistol by his side and fate in his favor, he's all about making smart moves while staying icy cool. In short, it's a masterclass in turning crumbs into a feast—served with style!
Breadwinner
Lyrics
(Quincy Tellem)
Bread, butter, Hovis
That's what I'm gettin' to (cash)
I like my money toasted (ding)
I like it folded
Clean, rubbered, folded
I applaud it
And my heart is clean (clean)
Life is gorgeous (gorgeous)
Jugg, sleep, repeat (jugg)
Get a fortune (cash)
No contingencies (yeah, yeah)
I'm gonna force it
Gave my a family a roof
Now, I got my girl a roof
Give an order out to shoot (give an order out to shoot)
We don't roll around with groups
My bruddas came from group homes
Avianne new stones (Avianne new stones)
Avianne new stones (nah)
You can't wear my shoes with no shoe, horn (nah)
You don't even have a fucking clue, ho (nah)
Every watch, it used to be a two-tone
But I fell in love with the rose, gold
Dolce and Gabbana for my home clothes
I can't rest, I'ma get it with no breaks
Work on myself, on my own (own)
I can't rest, I want bread in bulk (bread)
Had to put the killer on pause (pause)
My heart good, but it's gettin' cold (cold, brr, brr, brr)
Bread, butter, Hovis
That's what I'm gettin' to
I like my money toasted
I like it folded
Clean, rubbered, folded
I applaud it
And my heart is clean
Life is gorgeous
Never planned to be in showbiz
Got my eyes on the Forbes list (Forbes list)
Man, I came up of a quarter
Now, the Richy worth a quarter (quarter)
Now, I'm sittin' in the ivy
Cap on, lookin' icy (icy)
If you want me, you can find me (find me)
Got my pistol right beside me (beside me)
One wrong step, that's a mistake
That you don't really wanna make, oh
Pistol or the gauge, oh
And I'll beat the case
Arabic dial, let me put it on the face
Seven figures, and I'm pushin' it to eight
I don't think it's luck, I put it all on fate
And I pray to God to take away my sins
Mama told me, "I should never lose my faith"
Mama told me, "It will always be my friends
That would turn their back, but never lose your way"
Huncholini, I've been leanin' 'til this day
Huncholini, now, I'm pickin' up the pace
Feelings ain't a thing, and I don't feel a way
I'm just happy that I really made a change
I'm just happy that I did it all my way
Bread, butter, Hovis
That's what I'm gettin' to
Writer(s): M Huncho, Quincy Ferreira
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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