This is a song about "Dinero"

Coming back with this shit bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Then some lady named billie holiday

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

This a roaster, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Por que no nosotros? nosotros son muy bein!

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread