Get That Bread - Lil Wayne, Juelz

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