Make This Bread Lyrics - Sir Michael Rocks

Hey Mr. Fred, we almost there 

Make this bread or make your bed 

Take this ride or take this wheel 

Take your time or take this pill 

Hey Mr. Fred, we almost there 

Make this bread or make your bed 

Take this ride or take this wheel 

Take your time or take this pill 

My nigga Mr. Fred, we almost there (money, money) 

Make this bread or make your bed (ballin' nonstop) 

Take this ride or take this wheel (money, money) 

Take your time or take this pill (ballin' nonstop) 

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I'm hoppin' out the casket 

Cocaine on my glasses 

Some all white wuppies that I picked up on my last trip 

Them niggas is yaggin' 

Too much into fashion 

My body guard a beast, and if you reach 

Then he spazzin' 

That rat-tat-tat action 

Them lights, camera 

I'm like the Dodge dealership 

I got a lot of challengers 

Damn this shit remind me of my dogs 

We was on a paper mission, get it all 

Millioni to the drawers 

What's up? 

I went to school but never went to school 

'Cause I was busy on tour 

'Cause where we live a nigga only as good as his credit card score 

A-1, I shipped a box of them new iPhones straight to my home 

Two to my dome, can't feel my eyes 

Can't feel my bones, you not alone 

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When I seen it, I want it, I need it 

Unlimited reasons, my heart in the freezer 

I'm on it, you niggas is lacking 

Napping, you loafing, you lacking the focus 

My Spanish bitch that I'm with 

I'm smashing, I'm stoking, with passion, devotion 

That money come, and that money stay 

If you fuck her good, she won't run away 

I'm golded up like Gabby Douglas 

My necklace, changing the center weight 

My old niggas still Caddy truckin' 

I'mma wait for that Aston truck 

My boonie niggas is savage, bruh 

Jammed out in that traffic, cuz 

I'm cashin' out and I'm stackin' up 

Your girl's pussy is trash as fuck 

I never talk shit about a teammate 

We goin' Bobby for a pocket full of green face 

When I die I'll be reborn with a clean slate 

And RIP to the weed that we cremate