เนื้อเพลง Get That Bread - Rick Ross

[Cool & Dre]

This is...This is

This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF

[Lil Wayne]

Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy f*cking baby

And if your woman looking, I'll let the woman taste me

Okay now I'm with Khaled, we whylin in Miami

We got a bunch of b*tches, we pile 'em in the phantom

They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club

I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to f*ck

It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch

Now you can swallow that or you can s*ck a d*ck

Okay, tell me sh*t, Lil Wayne f*ck a b*tch

Lil' n*gga, big money, big gun full of that sh*t

N*gga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't a Fresh Prince

N*gga I'm a young king, n*gga I'm a Bun B

Yup, I go hard, ask my broad

Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't looking at y'all (She can't see)

The rest goes without me having to say

I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

Holla at me, what it do, what it is

You ain't never seen a player like this (Holla at me baby)

I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live

Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)

I'm a monster, I do it real big

You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)

You can see me from a far I'm the sh*t

Scream at me what it do, what it is (What It Do)

[Paul Wall]

It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker

Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pouring up big goose vodka

Lone star beast straight up out the H

Sure stopping all the hate, sipping on the ski taste

I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass

Cause they see me in a foreign riding on a pointed glass

Getting cash is my number one task

Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class

I'm a grit boy looking for an ass like Ketoya

Leave a b*tch back all nutty like Almond Joy

My boy Toy I E got to sleep

And we got to see and who got the freaks?

Beat it up like an ass whipping

The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing

But I ain't tripping, I'm trill

That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one

A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]

Nah homie, you done got it f*cked up

You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)

We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on

and he's pushing something far and it's f*cked

Now all I gotta do is push a little b*tton quick fast

And the chopper come out of the stash

Yeah money ain't jewels motherf*cker you lose

I'll make you do the F*ck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)

Who wanna come test the kid

Have your baby mama bless the team

Sh*t, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that

She a motherf*cking sex machine, Holla at me baby

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]

Stunting in a magnum riding with my hat low

Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes

Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since

Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president

Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips

Off set rims on a rear six inch lips

Started on the benches, rose through the trenches

Now I'm the sh*t b*tch, go and check your senses

Known for the benz's, Chrome on the Bentleys

Smoking on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese

Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that

Khaled go hard dawg, talk to 'em Paul Wall

[Chorus]

[Pitbull]

Aiyyo

It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A.

Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in Dade

I owe my future to

Last name Campbell, first name Luther

The gun shine stayed, well that suit ya

Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is

Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?

That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south

We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt

Palas and Caprices

These boys dirty, they'll f*ck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces

Ahora loca mueva la cadera, abre la boca aye viene la madera

[Chorus]