Ron Browz - Get That Bread lyrics

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Ron Browz - Get That Bread lyrics

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Trips with the dufflebag, bricks in the dufflebag Hope the dog don't come sniff through the duffle bag Hit the town up, I'm pa**in a dufflebag Let the n***as know I'll be back for the dufflebag And it better be cash in the dufflebag If not, that's yo' a**, yo' a** in the dufflebag Life's a border b**h, 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 f**, 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 (It's Santana, f** wit' ya boy) I'll be back for them dollars, lil' mama And it better not be short a dollar, lil' mama [Chorus: Juelz Santana] We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, b**h the game ain't sweet to sugar The coke is in the bundles, meet the pusher I'm smokin' on a blunt of the Ashton Kusher It's f** you, pay me, ask a hooker I run up on the homie with the mask, he shook up Honey, put the money in the bag, don't look up f** y'all, boy, we countin' cash at cook up A bunch of young n***as with stashes put up I flash that dough, where the hoe b**h, G's up I ain't doin' nothin' but gettin' paid, y'all n***as stuck Maserati movin' with the legs, all chromed up 21 inches, man, I gotta ride grown-up Open up the belly on that new Mercedes Got that b**h lookin' like she straight havin' a baby But that ain't fair, but I don't care I'm a muthaf**in' Cash Money millionaire I'm gettin' bread, boy