Lyrics Get That Bread - Rick Ross, Cinque

Get That Bread

I was moving major work when I vibed on the street
Razor blades on the jag raise a blade in the cheek shit sweet
I quit sleeping in the streets it’s all complete now
Big house, new car, nice watch made man, airplane
Got a hand in every pot
We pan every cock,?
can every shot it all comes to meet now
The judgment don’t wanna fuck with get your touch bitch
I’m focused, flyin'?
snortin' on foes, seeking beef
Smoking murder on the Don, you don’t wanna see me
I pull the seemie in 3D the first 3B freebies, wanna ??
Carol city raised, Carol city raised,?
on the booby boys Carol city days
The game on you, can you stand on your own two?
Hundred and thirty murders, my dawg comin' home too
I shake the feds like a dice game
Raised by the OGs shoot a precise aim
Besides game ice all on my bright lane
Keep the heart top, cuz you never know my mind frame
Yeah, keep my eyes on the forecast
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rise too high and that’s your ass
That’s your bad nigga I ain’t new to this
Take your head off tryin' to play me all sorts of stupid shit
Ask Ludacris?
I’m finally gettin' stupid rich
And with a kryptonite chain on we the super?
I got a gangster team
That’ll aim any stupid nigga scheme to separate me from queen
Man let’s squad the ultimate regime, ??
got a?
And I sink you can call me?
126s yell sippin' ??
Now niggas know me, I’d be on a motherfucking block
Beat a bitch on the plot with a Glock and a wife beater
Post about white reeger for you high-head can’t believe my pistol got a
heatseeker
So if you think about a plot you’d better think deeper
Or you’ll end up old news like my first beeper
You ain’t even got a?
I’m a reaper
Night creeper, ???
white people
Niggas don’t?
play no games
I can stress this enough I don’t fuck with lames
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hollerin' about he insane
Watch how sane he gonna' get, watch how I snatch his?
I put pussies in their place
In their place they settle their bet not up in my face
A lot of niggas fake, but not in my case
Niggas can’t floss, not in my space