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
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