Lyrics Bread & Circus - Spectrum The Originator

Bread & Circus

Gold on my neck like I’m Micheal Phelps
Swimming through this money, all cash I got no checks aye
Spent a thousand racks on a Gucci belt
Balling so damn hard feeling how Michael felt
Hey yeah
40 on my wrist I can’t even tell the time
50 on my neck just because I’m trynna flex yes
Being broke is a joke I ain’t laughed yet
Shawty coming up on onlyfans selling assets
She catching more bodies then a casket
Could’ve gone to college but she didn’t want no debt
Checks, yeah do it for the checks
There’s money to be made, ain’t no time for rest
Gang gang, throw up your set
If you not about that life, do not rep a set
Money & fame come and go
I can never sell my soul
Everything that shines isn’t gold
Don’t buy the dreams being sold
One two shots bang bang
Killing off every n for the same thing
In god we trust ain’t worth a damn thing
Third eye open look who’s pulling all the strings
Gold on my neck like I’m Micheal Phelps
Swimming through this money, all cash I got no checks aye
Spent a thousand racks on a Gucci belt
Balling so damn hard feeling how Michael felt
Hey yeah
40 on my wrist I can’t even tell the time
50 on my neck just because I’m trynna flex yes