BRUNCH

Everything selling fast
What you want is gon' come
I was sitting in the lair
When my nigga brought a drum
Can't say this life is fair
When you living off of crumbs
They don't like the way you stare
Then everybody gon' dump
It's been an hour Seven grams in my lungs
Told my shorty b
Bring the Benz to the front
Save the savings
In the safe til we done

Need all my family makings bands
Every month
Feed all my ladies
Spend a band on the brunch
Stay away from niggas
Get upset when they dumb
Have your mother
Collecting my bread from your son

She know the money coming
Got to last
Bills come in blue
The white ones mixed with red
Its not a fluke
Its always been arranged
My people been had the juice
Before we had the fame



Credits
Writer(s): Shaquille Berry
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