Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get That Bread, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song When The North & South Collide Unloaded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2007
Record label: Big Kanaka - SoSouth
Song language: English
Get That Bread |
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 |