We got London On Da Track
Im all bout my bread, oh no, I just cant trust these niggas
If you need that work, Ill drop that off, yeah, I deliver
Just be sure to count that up, no, dont be short one dollar
Cause I need all mine, if it cross that line, you gon make me pop that yopper, bang, bang
Dont you play with my head 
Dont you play with my bread 
Dont you play with my head 
Dont you play with my bread
You should look up in the sky and tell em
These new Rollies, this a Sky-Dweller
I told lil homie Take it easy, oh yeah
Homie treacherous like he Godzilla
Stoner life, he wipe his nose
Im in the same move, I might go dead, Thriller
My jewelry shine just like Mop & Glo
Jerrika told me, Go stack up your damn figures
Now I lean but you can drive me
And Im a big blood, baby, see it in my IV
And Ima ball til I fall with no flaws
I swear that Ima do it til they motherfuckin find me
That dick hard, baby girl, come and climb me
No baseball, but you caught that bitch behind me
No cappin, not no mathematics
No Trina, but my bitch the baddest, she not average, she a savage
Im all bout my bread, oh no, I just cant trust these niggas
If you need that work, Ill drop that off, yeah, I deliver
Just be sure to count that up, no, dont be short one dollar
Cause I need all mine, if it cross that line, you gon make me pop that yopper, bang, bang
Dont you play with my head 
Dont you play with my bread 
Dont you play with my head 
Dont you play with my bread
Im all bout my bread, oh no, I just cant trust these niggas
If you need that work, Ill drop that off, yeah, I deliver
Just be sure to count that up, no, dont be short one dollar
Cause I need all mine, if it cross that line, you gon make me pop that yopper, bang, bang
Dont you play with my head 
Dont you play with my bread 
Dont you play with my head 
Dont you play with my bread