Bread Hungry 2
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
I found the money tree, went and got my rake
Now it's like everyday's my birthday, I stay with cake
Get money, everything else will fall in place
It'll hold you down, without it, zero gravity, outer-space
Money's like the sun, my world revolves around it
Got a pool full of cash, jump-in and drown in it
I'm chasing this cash, like a cat do mice
Gotta' get this bread, I'm talking more than a slice
I need a whole loaf, I'm trying to eat a meal
Fry you like bacon, pig, if you ever squeal
See me gettin' bread, wanna snitch, 'cause you're a hater
I'm done eatin', tip you, like you're a waiter
Break you off, just to keep you off my trail
Didn't even start my journey yet, 'bout to set sail
Money galore where I've been, but more where I'm going
Like blood in veins, till the day I die, the cash keeps flowing
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
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