[ Featuring Levi Hummon ]
Wake up start my everyday stuff
Hit the gym, hit the bank, get caked up
Hit the studio with my dudes and I say stuff
You can try to do what we do but you aint us
I've already given you the game you need
There's a reason you a minor and im Major league
If you ain't suffer it real dog
It's make believe
A young man but a God is who im made to be
I made my own money
She rocks my Carhartt hoodie
Dirt on my wheels
Inked up some deals
They gonna know that it's real
I made my own money
They try to take it from me
I'm on step ahead
Built all tis cred
Ill be this way till im dead
I'm bout that bread
Nightime girls are drinking white wine
Mixed with white lines they don't even know I know
Hit the club for a minute
Getting paid then im dipping
Only hre for the buisness
Grab and go
Yeah Im about the cash now
Keep a quarter million in the stash house
Kicik her out the VIP if she gone act out
Now we living where there's in the background
And you know I got the truck lifted
12000 thats a buff engine
Drive around with dirt on the tire
Blue collar but I mixed it with some fancy attire
Started at bottom of the bottle catch me
Now im only drinking that top shelf whiskey
Promise myself if I ever made a buck
I would spend it on my friends
And I'd jack op my truck
I made my own money
She rocks my Carhartt hoodie
Dirt on my wheels
Inked up some deals
They gonna know that it's real
I made my own money
They try to take it from me
I'm on step ahead
Built all tis cred
Ill be this way till im dead
I'm bout that bread
I'm bout that
I'm bout that
I'm bout that bread
Yeehaw"
