Ca**idy - Get That Bread lyrics

Yeah, the huslta' Philly! Larsiny Family (Apply Pressure) I get that bread boy I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy I'm worth a couple a mil I get that bread boy So f*ck how you feel. I ain't broke I sell coke and got a couple a deals I get that bread boy Yeah I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy I'm worth a couple a mil I get that bread boy So f*ck how you feel. to get rich I hit the strip like what the f*ck is the deal When I pop the shotty, it got kick but it's not karate And when I snap you take shots like, I'm like paparazzi I'm from philly, yo my city it's a lotta bodies They murdaa like Irv Gotti they kamikaze Doin music is my life yo it's not a hobbie I fell in love with hip-hop when I heard Loddy Doddy I'm like, I prolly could spit it and get money too Cause I'm slick like Rick and I'm fresh like Dougie too I'm not a dummy, never did what the dummies do So I had the mil to burn 'fore I turned 22 I just threw the Mazzaratti on 22, inches Cause just off interest my money grew I just turned 26, but I act my age I took care of all my bills, all my tax is paid I ain't a k**a but I will the rachet blades I grab ya toasta and smoke ya like a bag a haze You don't behave like a gangsta, you artificial I spit like a colla co?, you a starta pistol It ain't hard to diss you, I gotta lot to say like Acki wack, acki a rat, acki gay But what chu got to say, I'm k**in the game My flow dope, this how da needle feel in ya vein I spit a dope 16 and you a dope fiend Straight comatose, you would prolly overdose You could tell when I was younger hung around the older folks I'm the illest rapper, it don't matter who sold the most Life short but it ain't over folks That's why every day I pray to the father, son, and the holy ghost Yeah I sold the coke, call me saint Nicholas Cause on the strip I run through snow like it's christmas But chu ain't never flip a brick, you a hypocrite Chicks on my dick cause I'm young, pretty, and rich as sh** I grabbed 4 and a half then I flipped this sh** Now I'm a supplier like Merlo on the wire You not a trappa, you a pathological liar Get eat till ya teeth pull out with a pair of pliers Yeah I'm fire but chu can't throw water on me That's why ya wife and ya daughter on me I got change, but it ain't dimes, nickels, and quarters on me I got real cake, but chall n***as real fake Even though I'm real great, I still feel hate I might not got a grammy yet, but I'm still straight Cause I'm still in the hood so I feel good And I don't need security for me to feel safe I straight wish that I could make all you dudes that's takin up space go take my homies in jail place I call weed that I sell great It's sticky weed, with no sticks, no seeds, and it smell great And I ain't tryna have a cell mate But I'm grindin cause time money I ain't tryna be to hell late... EARLY I get that bread boy I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy I'm worth a couple a mil I get that bread boy So f*ck how you feel. I ain't broke I sell coke and got a couple a deals I get that bread boy Yeah I'm a hustla for real I get that bread boy I'm worth a couple a mil I get that bread boy So f*ck how you feel. to get rich I hit the strip like what the f*ck is the deal I get that bread boy