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Break Bread

Break bread

(Where them ballers at)

Break bread, break bread

(Where them ballers at)

Break bread, break bread

(Where them ballers at)

Break bread, break breadBreak bread, break bread, break bread, break bread

Break bread, break bread, break bread, break bread

Break bread, break bread, break bread, break bread

Break bread, break bread, break bread, break breadYou breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

You breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

I'm turning heads, when I enter the club

I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above, okayYou breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

You breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

I'm turning heads, when I enter the club

I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the aboveWhen it comes to jewelry, I'm like T.J. Ford

'Cause my diamonds, average 'bout 15 points

All my TV, VS, nothing less than the best

So I guess that means I got expensive breathBut I'm more than just jewelry, I'm more than just ice

But me looking like a scrub just wouldn't suffice

I got rolls gold glowing, lap tops showing

Bremie Louis the Thirteenth to keep it flowingI can keep going and going but what's the use

You know I'm balling in the mix 'cause I got the juice

I run with wise guys, so it's no surprise

Everywhere I go, women undress me with they eyesBoys can't knock it, I'm on the rise like a rocket

Big bank take lil' bank, I let you pick which pocket

My wrist glowing like I stuck my hand in a socket

It's Paul Wall can't nobody stop it, break breadYou breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

You breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

I'm turning heads, when I enter the club

I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above, okayYou breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

You breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

I'm turning heads, when I enter the club

I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the aboveI'm a star stunning nigga, when I step in the club

Channel sets cross my wrist, just like a light bulb

Got Gucci cross my feet, while I shock and rock

Popping Crystal bottles, will make these hoes bopWe some top notch playas, ain't no time for acting

We need ATM machines for the loot we stacking

Better think shoot a fee, I bet it won't break me

Plus I spend a few G's up in VIPIt's the currency that make these hoochies hunch

All they want is a hour fifty, take em out to lunch

But they must be drunk, I never trick off ends

Just flip a blue Benz with the blue eyes lensOn 16 headed North with my chrome girlfriend

She could make your life end and not get sent to the Penn

This for my niggaz in the Penn that won't see sunshine

Got princess cuts in my mouth, you could see sunshine, break breadYou breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

You breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

I'm turning heads, when I enter the club

I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above, okayYou breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

You breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

I'm turning heads, when I enter the club

I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the aboveJumping in the slab, I'm bound to turn heads

In somethings blue red, running lights like the FED's

Man I feel like Pac, it's all eyes on me

Sitting on 23's in the black SUVA life of luxury that's the life for me

You can catch me at the mall, spending 15 thee

On the piece and chain, got rocks and rings

Hoes attitudes changed since I'm having thangsIt's hard to explain but that's the way it goes

Over night I went from showing rocks, to rocking shows

Hoes that wouldn't speak, now they watching me

But I'm trying to figure out is it the watch or meOr the foreign car with the blue eyed lens

It's a bird it's a plane, that's my made back Benz

Is we cutting or what, is what I'm asking her

In Texas she saw my chain, it's a massacre, break breadYou breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

You breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

I'm turning heads, when I enter the club

I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above, okayYou breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

You breaking bread, what's up with it, what's up with it

I'm turning heads, when I enter the club

I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above

Songwriters

BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN/SANDIMANIE, BOBBYPublished by

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