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BREAD Video (MV)




Performed By: Djrockinal
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Albert Austin




Djrockinal - BREAD Lyrics




Familyovermoney you f*cking dummy

That's all we get, nigga We ain't going nowhere
And I get the best weed, know I can get it off a jack

Got a bad bitch with me, all she want is to give me neck
I don't f*ck with broke bitches if you ain't getting a check
If you don't get a check, bitch, I ain't calling back
Bitch, I'm back for my grind, I ain't f*cking left yet

Got a couple niggas with me and we really about that
Step up to the f*cking plate if you wanna lose your neck
I ain't never been no bitch and I ain't never ran yet
Last nigga that tried, he ain't never come back

Now that boy up in the place where they don't come back
Man, I tried to tell y'all niggas, I ain't the one to f*cking test
I got these diamonds in my wrist, I got these diamonds in my neck
Now I'm in the f*cking club, you know I got a f*cking flex

Man, you niggas saving hoes will put an S up on your chest
All I do is f*ck her, then I get that hoe right back
Then I'm back to the grind, yeah, I'm back to the check
I used to sell pills in the motherf*cking hallway

Got addicted to the money, now what could I say
Now I'm still getting paper, yeah, I'm on my f*cking grind
I can't stop getting the money all the f*cking time
Yeah, I'm on the f*cking grizzly, yeah, I'm on the f*cking scale

I got the polies on my ass, I got the money for the bail
Man, I'm trying to get away, I'm trying to get it f*cking right
Man, I gotta get this money, I'ma see ya, I'ma see ya
Now I'm back up on the block and I'm back up on my shit

Man, this nigga on the block say he's selling f*cking bricks
Know I had to get a brick , so I had to make a plan
Got this bitch named Trina with a big fat ass
Told her get his f*cking number, then invite her to the crib

Call my dog L up, I told him he got a f*cking lick
Soon as he knock up on the door, now he staring at a blick
L came from behind him, told him run all that shit
Man, he started talking crazy, so he got pissed to whip

L cracked him in the head, so I bust him in the shit
I had to mind this nigga, I ain't the one to f*cking play with
Man, I ain't the nigga to try, and I ain't the nigga to f*cking test
If he keep talking crazy, I'ma show him how to flex

If you want the end of the shit, you gotta get the album next
You gotta get the album next
You gotta get the album next
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Familyovermoney you f*cking dummy

That's all we get, nigga We ain't going nowhere
And I get the best weed, know I can get it off a jack

Got a bad bitch with me, all she want is to give me neck
I don't f*ck with broke bitches if you ain't getting a check
If you don't get a check, bitch, I ain't calling back
Bitch, I'm back for my grind, I ain't f*cking left yet

Got a couple niggas with me and we really about that
Step up to the f*cking plate if you wanna lose your neck
I ain't never been no bitch and I ain't never ran yet
Last nigga that tried, he ain't never come back

Now that boy up in the place where they don't come back
Man, I tried to tell y'all niggas, I ain't the one to f*cking test
I got these diamonds in my wrist, I got these diamonds in my neck
Now I'm in the f*cking club, you know I got a f*cking flex

Man, you niggas saving hoes will put an S up on your chest
All I do is f*ck her, then I get that hoe right back
Then I'm back to the grind, yeah, I'm back to the check
I used to sell pills in the motherf*cking hallway

Got addicted to the money, now what could I say
Now I'm still getting paper, yeah, I'm on my f*cking grind
I can't stop getting the money all the f*cking time
Yeah, I'm on the f*cking grizzly, yeah, I'm on the f*cking scale

I got the polies on my ass, I got the money for the bail
Man, I'm trying to get away, I'm trying to get it f*cking right
Man, I gotta get this money, I'ma see ya, I'ma see ya
Now I'm back up on the block and I'm back up on my shit

Man, this nigga on the block say he's selling f*cking bricks
Know I had to get a brick , so I had to make a plan
Got this bitch named Trina with a big fat ass
Told her get his f*cking number, then invite her to the crib

Call my dog L up, I told him he got a f*cking lick
Soon as he knock up on the door, now he staring at a blick
L came from behind him, told him run all that shit
Man, he started talking crazy, so he got pissed to whip

L cracked him in the head, so I bust him in the shit
I had to mind this nigga, I ain't the one to f*cking play with
Man, I ain't the nigga to try, and I ain't the nigga to f*cking test
If he keep talking crazy, I'ma show him how to flex

If you want the end of the shit, you gotta get the album next
You gotta get the album next
You gotta get the album next
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Writer: Albert Austin
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