Break Bread (feat. Richie Rich)

Live fast, drive slow
 I'm lookin' like 'Pac in the Benz when he was hangin' out the window
 Right now, I've got my Jesus piece on
 And all my rings, you can see I'm about the game
 Holler back, baby, like an echo
 But you gotta know your colours
 Get green, roll purple
 My tires just did a full circle in your neighbourhood
 And like gumbo, the flavour's good
 I roam like an alley cat - Grade-A, Supercat
 Bumpin' Shabba Ranks on a full tank
 My religion, baby, is big bank
 Holler when you see me spendin' money, go "amen"
 Snow bunnies love them a suntan
 That's why I wear my hat low and my shades, man
 I don't waste time or liquor
 You can see it on my face, I don't chase, it's a race
 Break bread
 I don't know what they say where you stay
 But where I stay, everybody say "pay"
 So you'd better (break bread)
 Baby it's a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)
 Get down and do what you said (break bread)
 Just like a leprechaun, lookin' for a jackpot
 Or a hot crack spot, baby (break bread)
 Baby it's a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)
 Get down and do what you said (break bread)
 Man, this is money motivated, demonstrate it to the latest
 I do it like an addict up in Vegas
 And you can see me talkin' like a wizard through my cellular phone
 Livin' life like a felony, weed and cologne, like...
 Pacific heights, crushed ice
 I do it like a haggler, baby, yeah, on a Sugar Ray Leonard night
 Posted up just like a poster
 If you're meltin' like butter, baby, I'mma have to toast ya
 My stairway is straight Led Zeppelin
 And my Air Force Ones so new and so fresh, and
 Play you like a PS3
 And that's Crown Royal, freak, don't try to BS me
 But I never knew what she said
 All up in her head with the phrase that pays, and it says:
 Twenty fifties, a hundred tens
 Two white bitches in a Batman Benz
 Straight mobbin', one named Robyn
 Can't see her head 'cause the bitch probably bobbin'
 Slurp somethin' - twerk somethin'
 Bitch, you gettin' money? Maybe we could work somethin'
 I been had a million
 I don't need nothin' but a bitch that love Vogues
 And these all-gold Daytons
 Ask Dre Dog - ask Nicky
 You ain't gettin' money, you ain't fuckin' with Richie
 Patron Silver, straight Goose
 Twins with me, and they loose
 Thirty rounds, town business
 Don't make me break records like Guinness
 Bitches wanna fuck all day and give head
 But I don't fuck for free, hoe
 Nah, so...