you I'll never let you out of sight I need you through the day and night, baby Always there to see me through Darlin' don't you know I'm hooked on you
I'm all about ma bread nigga like lunch meat [Chorus:] If you a go getta gon get ya money boy [x3] If you a go getta gon get ya money money If you a
song to you I love you mama! [Verse 2: E-40] You're supposed love your mama, even if she gave you away You could be gone tomorrow, but you're here today
[Hook:] Ery'body in the club, get crunk Move side to side, and do the H-Town stomp Ery'body in the club, get loose If you feeling good, and you on that
'm dissing all the fonies I'ma ride for you Screw, I'ma ride for you Pat I'ma ride for you Gator, lay them niggaz on they back Lay them niggaz out flat
, to end up dead or in the FED When I can spit lyrical heroin, and make bread [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.:] You bitches pathetic, you niggaz polished synthetic
you know how niggaz do You go to jail, mentality of hoe niggaz is fuck you They run off with your paper, and your cheese Cash in off your profit, and play broke on
your hood you from Fire up the hydro, if you holding some Grind and get your million, that you're focused on Soon as you get some bread, here the roaches
other high end product I put you on, my man's man, got a credit card scam Come through later, I'm a plug you in fam Niggas pissed on the staircase in
other high end product I put you on, my man's man, got a credit card scam Come through later, I'ma plug you in fam Niggas pissed on the staircase in an
down memory lane, and see the dirt I've done before I quite the flame, if you can see what I see, you see me poppin the chain, or you see me scrappin,
that cash nigga You's a sad nigga You supposed to try to make her break that bread When she come home, she done break a nigga, take the bread I hate
yourself You're a herb, look at you, you know it yourself! I showed you love from day one and I kept on But now you upset because your boys got stepped on If you
grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her See you aint got enough bread to even start
figure with' the trigger, scratch off in the toy Fuck me, not a change nigga fuck you You want a war? It's whateva you bitches wanna do [Hook: till fade
on When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone When
when I'm rolling in my Cadillac Getting some slow head Sippin' on Koniac It's tightwork when you rolling from Duval and Dade With a pocket full of bread on a escapade It's tightwork when you
-clingalot claim instant one love And you've gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs Or them barbies you'll vibe for a sexy second (love you
