slab glass house swangin grippin grain They tellin me I'm the mane stangin licks to make a gain Livin life in the fast lane gettin money I can't complain These boppers see me ridin swangin wanna taste the fame But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game I fell in love wit stackin change I'm addicted to countin cash I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin for a wife I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler If you want some of this lovin break bread girl you a customer [Chorus] x2 [Crunchy Blac] See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy She say she want cheese but thats no doubt it She just another ho I'mma hit then I'm out it I'm just like Jody out the back door see Hidin my face cause her old man know me