Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread
And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead
Their buzz internet and mines in her net
And i end up giving your kids dat bread.
20 racks really thats sneaker money
I stay making bread, i married sarah lee
Then speed it up, this playing in the background
Bring in that bread, but never loaf around
And i’m ballin' bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
Bread spread n' now we dread locks
U stole my money bread and dough
That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though
Im the best thing since sliced bread,
She don’t give her nigga head
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