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We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy
We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy
We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy
We get that bread, boy

Trips with the dufflebag, bricks in the dufflebag
Hope the dog don't come sniffle through the duffle bag
Hit the town up, I'm passin' in dufflebag
Let the niggaz know I'll be back for the dufflebag

And it better be cash in the dufflebag
If not, that's yo' ass, yo' ass in the dufflebag
Life's a border bitch, so I brought her dick
And she enjoys all of it, ya dig?

The peacemaker, my piece make a mess, believe hater
You'll die now, you won't see later
For some dough or some bread
You'll be in pieces like a loaf of some bread
I have your girl holding her head

She telling me I'm like a cobra in bed
I'm telling her to roll over instead
I got this, listen, I got some work I need boothed
After we fuck, I got some work I need moved
Now that you work for me boo

Pimpin' included, get in a skirt and these shoes
And get to workin' these dudes
I'll be back for them dollars, lil' mama
And it better not be short a dollar, lil' mama

We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy
We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy

Yeah, bitch, the game ain't sweet to sugar
The coke is in the bundles, meet the pusher
I'm smokin' on the blunt of the Ashton Kusher
It's fuck you, pay me, ask a hooker

I run up on the Hummer with the mask, he shook up
Honey, put the money in the bag, don't look up
Fuck y'all, boy, we come cash ya cooker
Once y'all niggaz switch, stash is put up

I flash that dough, where the hoe bitch, G's up
I ain't doin' nothin' but gettin' paid, y'all niggaz duck
Maserati movin' with the legs, all chromed up
21 inches, man, I gotta ride grown-up

Open up the belly on that new Mercedes
God, that bitch lookin' like a stray havin' a baby
But that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a muthafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I'm gettin' bread, boy