Pimp C, DJ B-Do, Paul Wall - Bread Up lyrics

Didn't know us country niggas
Had our bread up
Had our bread up, had our bread up
Didn't know us country niggas
Had our bread up
Our bread up, had our bread up

Swangin and bangin, like that nigga SG
Hoes wanna fuck, but my dick ain't free
You can't charge me
Cause I ain't to be charged
Just sellin' dope from Louisiana all
The way to Florida
Got birds and the Yay, just left Big Bay
In the pen once again, still ridin with Jay
Jay, Pimp and Bun, the cream of the crop
Hit the corner in the Lac
You see them blades chop
I used to push rocks
On the corner of Jackson's
Went from new-used to Lacs
From Lacc to Lexus now it's Bentley 4 doors
Get 50 for the shows
Bring your bitch around me
And I make her get exposed
Bend over, touch your toes
Just show me what you got
I'm really tryna see ya
But you went and shaved your cock
Why in the fuck would you do that, bitch?
Sweet Jones ain't fuckin with
That bald head shit, bitch

Didn't know us country niggas
Had our bread up
Had our bread up, had our bread up
Didn't know us country niggas
Had our bread up
Our bread up, had our bread up

I'm a big slab DO, I'm a country ass nigga
I'm from PA Texas
Ain't another nigga triller
Black and yellow stones
Got me lookin like a stealer
Hoppin out double Rs, I kill, kill kill 'm
Me and my niggas paint the
Town when we come down
24 in the game, stackin bread, fuck the fame
Everyday a nigga smellin like new money
I leave my tags on my clothes
And hoes pop 'em for me
Keep a foreign coupe with
Candy paint drippin down ready for whatever
If he ain't loaded when we flip and grind
I stay on my grind, when I count my cash
I take a hundred dollar bill
And wipe it cross my ass
Cause it's nothin, nigga
I stay stuntin, nigga so if you see me with
Your bitch, yeah I'm fuckin, nigga
I'm an underdog, but I stay on top my bread
And keep my pocket full
Of presidents that's dead

Didn't know us country niggas
Had our bread up
Had our bread up, had our bread up
Didn't know us country niggas
Had our bread up
Our bread up, had our bread up

I'm comin straight out the city of
The coupes with the roof missing
That paper in my vision
And getting it is my mission
Perforated leather seats
With handcrafted stitching
One love for all my partners
Caught up in the system
I'm from the great lone star state
That's known as Texas i'm on the grind
While you drinkin coffee and eating breakfast
I got my mind on Maseratis
So I been restless
My money long, like the inauguration gets us
That chopper leave him breathless
Catchin' boppers I'm the bestest
Lay my mack down
And get up in them walls like Asbestos
I bet they didn't think us
Country boys had cake
But down here we grinding hard, 25 8
Going back from Louisiana on the I10 west
I'm on the highway, the flyway, all day
No rest
You overthinking this shit, it ain't Chess
The secret to success, is to grind more
And sleep less and get your bread up

Didn't know us country niggas
Had our bread up
Had our bread up, had our bread up
Didn't know us country niggas
Had our bread up
Our bread up, had our bread up