anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear Ay n**** f*** all the slick talk, get bread
coming way up out the game Jus me and you We made it went from broke to havin' change Jus me and you Ohh baby and the songs turn again Don't worry
baby, coming way up out the game Just me and you We made it went from broke to havin' change Just me and you, oh baby, and the songs turn again Don'
up, I'm coming to your home g Playing with my money's like playing with my emotions So ima start Robinsons smokey Here is sway again That's what the
that you would ever get in K, for the kutie crushin' that we do We keep 'em too, we got two for you N, I knew that you would do it again Nasty ain't
the day i reach glory I know parlitions is wishing that banner stop But I'm ridin with bannana flow and hat cock 4 shots To my cousin thats lock come
Chours] If You Wanna Come Ride Then (Lets Ride) If You Wanna Come Smoke Then (Lets Smoke) If You Wanna Come Drink Then (Lets Drink) If You Wanna Come Vibe Then [Lets Vibe) Come
and twelve steals Fifteen a six, tell me that I ain't real Other words that's ten birds, and I jack a nigga for twelve Get bread wit' my homeboys 'cause
mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread
me make this clear If you ever think that we're stepping out of here You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in huh huh! You better think again
the weed to ya motherfuckin' man Get em high Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands Keep em high And if ya losin' yo high then smoke again Keep
can't compare to me and shine dead right Get ready to be turned you into food for fishes And leave behind upset crying senior citizens Crying on the shit again
I still prevail Get caught some shit we done together, and I'm making your bail Cut your tail, while you fall down homie Plus I'm in the kitchen cooking, so your family won't come
a payphone. Why? Cuz i got OG bread. Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha fuckin Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred
my bed fucking up my life and bread, playin mind games all in my head, sometimes i swear u wrost then the feds, u love a nigga then hate a nigga then u love again
through your mind and see what you will find And you'll see a whole universe all over again And again and again and again and again, yeah
die you don't get jiggy done you're done done No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come Once again when
't break bread with us Niggas make dead niggas and hate black niggas Brown niggas hide yellow niggas and them red niggas No telling when the bullet coming