Byron Bank and Mani Starz - Butter

Yeah
It's butter
Breakin' Bank in yo' face nigga

You got a choice which one would you like
Get knocked out with the left or the right
Shoutout to my haters with their strong dislike
Do this shit every day, no worry in sight
Jordan 1s on my feet, so I'ma 'bout to take flight
Bad bitch left, bad bitch right
X on deck so I'ma 'bout to fuck twice
D'usse to the head, one hell of a night, it's butter

It's not a game I don't fuck around
I'm the truth in the booth, doing numbers now
Please pause the bullshit, settle down
Time to iron out this shit, where the wrinkles now
On time ain't the same, when I'm on route
Mile receiving quarterbacks when I touchdown
Heard everything they said, what you gon' do
Fuck you bitch made niggas and that horse too
On the scene got your girl on my team
Now she working for me, doing promo for free
Ain't nothing funny I tell these crazy dummies
I'm getting my money plus publishing fees
Needed it brochure, I'ma hand it out
So many styles, it gets hard to count
Cannons on deck, the computers a rat
'Cause it came with a mouse, now I'm wilding out
Fuck what you heard, if it ain't from my crew
Breakin' Bank Records and DNC too
Just being honest, I had to break silence
Mike said feed the streets B, it's overdue
Thought to myself, then decided to
Talk that shit like I'm suppose to do
If you came for the comments you ain't gotta say nothing
'Cause I brought the popcorn and the butter too

You got a choice which one would you like
Get knocked out with the left or the right
Shoutout to my haters with their strong dislike
Do this shit every day, no worry in sight
Jordan 1s on my feet, so I'ma 'bout to take flight
Bad bitch left, bad bitch right
X on deck so I'ma 'bout to fuck twice
D'usse to the head, one hell of a night, it's butter

You remind me of a target
Fallback with a caution
Once upon a time had to write a rhyme, overthinking your assumptions
Gold plated all my options
If it is what it is
Then pay the bills where you live
Destiny know you childish
No cap, no cap
When I'm skirting in that Audi
Mask off with the Tommy
Hilfiger's through your body
I'ma real nigga and a problem
She be squirt, perking, popping dolphins
Know I'm straight 'bout business
You can meet me in the office, on some boss shit
She gotta nigga, but fuck with me
I'm just a side nigga for company
Distant friends with some boundaries
Now she can't get crumb from me
Bang, bang better run and see
Up jumps where the boogie be
Dead faces when you look at me

You got a choice which one would you like
Get knocked out with the left or the right
Shoutout to my haters with their strong dislike
Do this shit every day, no worry in sight
Jordan 1s on my feet, so I'ma 'bout to take flight
Bad bitch left, bad bitch right
X on deck so I'ma 'bout to fuck twice
D'usse to the head, one hell of a night, it's butter

It's my shit
Hahaha
Breakin' Bank in yo' face nigga

Written by:
Byron Keith Jones, Tommie Lee Allen

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Lyrics © WESAYWHATWEWANT MUSIC

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