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Bread Hungry 1

Making this cash, I hope that it last Make sure my dreams don't shatter like glass Living in the streets, got me moving fast I can't let this opportunity in my grip pass Gotta' get this cash, gotta' get this cash Bread hungry, starving, like I got a tape-worm Never enough, no matter how much, bread I burn School of hard-knocks, when will you fools learn Give up, chance expired, now it's my turn You shouldn't hate the player, hate the game Losers, there's no cheat codes, you haters' lame You know the bread's coming in, special delivery M.O.E, in God I trust, please deliver me Hamiltons, Benjamins, and any other dead pres' Money brings power, better do what Simon-Says Since I got the cash, do whatever I order You're not gettin' paper? Must have a disorder The money train's coming, I got my ticket That means I'm hopping on board, try not to miss it Better call the bomb squad, and try not to blow it Moving fast, gettin' this cash, no time to slow it

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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