Barcodes

Barcodes, barcodes in my head, makin' me feel like I'm made of bread, I get the dough and
I cash out, checkin' the receipts that we hand out, Gucci and Louis and all of that
I got the check if you got the math, designers what I strive for, buyers what I die for
I really need to buy more, money is what I supply more, I got the racks and the bars

I can fly your mom out to Mars, I went from scannin' barcodes, to dishing out the reloads
If you tryin' to brawl I can John Jones, but if you want some bands then I got those
Yeah I got those, I really got those, barcodes, barcodes in my head, makin' me feel like I'm
Made of bread, if I ain't got money I might be dead, but with all these bands I get ahead

Yeah I get ahead, just like my money ain't dead, barcodes, barcodes in my head, makin
Me feel like I'm made of bread, if I ain't got money I might be dead, but with all these
Bands I get ahead, I get ahead, cuz it's in my head, yeah, I be at the dealer tryin' to cop a
Ferrari, I pull off the law and I drop three racks on this Ferrari cuz I got the key, no test drive

I made my decision, this car got me racin' and driftin', I might get pulled over for speedin'
Barcodes, barcodes in my head, makin' me feel like I'm made of bread, if I ain't got money I might be
Dead, but with all these bands I get ahead, I get ahead, cuz it's in my head