Breadwinner

Been countin' them racks and that's all I know I'm gettin' my money, we stackin' that shit up Been countin' them racks and that's all that we do I'm gettin' my money, we stackin' that shit up I'm countin' them motherfuckin' racks and thats that I pass that lil' bitch like a motherfuckin' layup They talkin' that shit, but I tell them to shut up Been countin' them racks in a Bentley Bentayga They talkin' thats shit, but I tell them to shut up We countin' the money, the paper, the racks fanta man gettin' the money, the paper, the racks We gettin' the money, we stackin' that shit to the max We stackin' that shit to the ceiling, you know that we winnin I wake up, I count up, I'm Blessed, it's back to the motherfuckin' sinning Keepin' them twenties and fifties, it's back to the bread and we winnin Think you the shit, bitch, you not even the fart, I'm gon' keep on shittin I'm in New York and I'm gettin' as high as the motherfuckin' buildings Queens get the money, we been gettin money, you know where that shit is No suit or no case, we walkin' in margiela, we standin' on business I call up my bros and you know we get money, you know we bread-winning