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You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
You should know better
Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil
Now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
I'm a bread winnerGettin' it in, gotta win, we not kickin' it
Bread winner team, we sick and we live with it
Whippin' machines equipped with a fridge in it
We the connect, we not bout to mention it
We with the shit, no talkin', we finish it
Some say I'm ignorant
Mecca, we touchin' September, I'm making my pilgrimage (Allahu Akbar)
Maybe I'm different
Looked at you like you were special, you not even build for this
UFOs in the crush Gates

So when it's up niggas goin' nuts
Big shit tucked, toolie on clutch
Pockets on lump, free my nigga Lump
Goin' out dumb
Engine on run
Thuggin' in the slums
Thumbin' through the hun's
Separate the ones
(Somebody called a riot?)
My daughter get the violets
Break bread, slidin', lay up in the Hyatt
Room too expensive
Motel 6 and bitch quit trippin'
Niggas in feelin's
Wait don't wait, forklift liftin'
Brasi gon' fix the trap up, visionYou shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
You should know better
Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil
Now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
I'm a bread winnerHey man what you talkin' bout? Man just do you Gates
There it isDabbed in, front pockets stuffed
Money look like we been doin' lunges
Raised up hit the blunt, I'm doin' crunches
Tattooed all over my stomach
Out in London talkin' to Big London
Stand up in they chest, okay I love you
Niggas hatin', wait I'm doin' numbers
In they feelin's, tell 'em I say fuck 'em
Hold up, wait, tell 'em that I love 'em
We could go, we had a discussion
Fame tend to blind the people on the side of you like you never mean nothin'
Focus on brand new things
Tryna show my children how to hustle
Teach 'em how to trust one another
All we got is us and your mother
Fall down, get back up again
Lose it all right before you win
Kevin man, you messin' up your gift
Shit like this be hard to come again
Fall bad, I know I admit it
Real struggle, I don't ever quit it
Thinkin' back when I ain't have a cent
Back when I ain't have a shit to giveYou shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
You should know better
Do it all for my dogs, everyday goin' hard, I'm a winner
You should know better
Used to dream about a mil
Now we gettin' it for real
Shoulda left you right there where I met you
You shoulda known when it comes to the dough I'ma get it
I'm a bread winnerShe spoken to me bruh
Yeah she spoken to me you know "I'm sorry bruh I like this shit, you heard me?"
Shit bothered me
I'm a bread winner
Songwriters
JAMES JOHN ABRAHART JR., KEVIN GILYARD, JEREMY COLEMAN, TINASHE C. SIBANDA, FRANK BRIM, GAMAL KOSH LEWIS, JAMES WILLIAM LAVIGNEPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Kevin Gates (born October 24, 1989 in Baton Rouge, Louisana) is an American rapper. Since his release from prison in 2011, Kevin Gates has released a slew of free mixtapes, including the YMCMB-hosted mixtape "Make 'Em Believe." In February of 2013, Kevin Gates signed a record deal with Atlantic.

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