They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed
This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head
Called up yo girl to come chill
Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill
Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill
Your girl look like she need to chill
And i can't help but notice
Bread in pain yet told to be tough
Your friends say, why we not together yet
Take home for dinner with soup and bread
Rather beatin on the bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread
This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet
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