For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet
Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread
I keep that hottie, just look at her body
I stay making bread, i married sarah lee
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet
These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,
Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead
Maybe we just need to slow
U stole my money bread and dough
Why my life depend on what i'mma do today
Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay
Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet
Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Throw d's on that bitch
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