A.tone Da Priest - Gettin' Bread Lyrics

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All these presidents inside my head

The ones that keep me fed and haunt me til I'm dead

When a nigga getting bread (4x)

All these people coming from my past

And asking me for cash but wanna see me crash

When a nigga getting bread (4x)

When a nigga getting bread mane it's on betta start

That party up

Fly through that spot here sittin on chrome bout to

Pick my shawty up

I'm starting up I finish slow old presidents all on the

Floor

Crazy type of genius when it comes to skills for

Stackin dough

While blowin dro we getting high, fuck haters man they

All should die

Slow like waitin for paint to dry, he don't make money

Multiply

He don't keep his shit supa fi like matches that be

Burnin up

If this ain't what you bumpin now then I suggest you

Turn it up

I suggest you Learn it up, perm it up get yo fact

Straights

Learn about yo business before your mouth participate

Cause fake is fake and real is real now tell what the

Fucking deal

Don't say to much cause by you answer I can tell if we

Can chill

And I can tell if you can kill Hamiltons Jacksons

Franklins

Spend a wad of cash and take it straight back to the

Bank man

It ain't all about rank man it's more bout how ya do it

More bout doin whatcha doin no breakin we get right to

It

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S slices lie in my safe in case a crisis

On ice yes stress not, I got so many vices

Dough flies in collect my prize in a timely manner

Want some cake, not to mention a section of cheddar on

My platter

Pockets fatter bitches badder, a rain reaction

See my stack in the club, and shawty sprung the brain

In action

They be askin me attackin me to find out where I'm

Headed

To the crib or hotel I wont tell they fell tryna get in

The ride as I rided on my marry way away

From all these people who see nothing but the amount

I'm getting paid

I miss the days, of no papes cause then I knew

Authentic

From the fake and phony not so homies spendin for they

Get it

And fuckin up all my credit, thank god my bank expandin

Cause these niggas would take it all from ya even the

Ground your standin

Meticulous planning, I'm branching out my businesses

Everlasting

When a nigga getting bread it's like bliss life's so

Worth having

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