Bread On the Menu - Paul Wall

Got the bread bread, bread on the menu

It’s all about my brick 45 bitch

You got the bread bread, got the bread on the menu

Money call clothes the type of…

Got the bread bread, bread on the menu

Got the bread bread, bread on the menu

Got the bread bread, bread on the menu

Get your, get your own bread I don’t gotta call the…

You already know I walk up in the corner store smelling like some dro'

Polo on my body got them Jordans on my toe (retro)

I’m covered up in ice my chest is twelve below (below)

Rolex on my wrist and I wear it like a pro (fo sho)

I’m at the Rockets game somewhere sittin' on the floor

I’m right behind the bench, I don’t even know the score

I’m leaning up the foe and I’m bout to post some more

I’m bout to hear the dreams holla at the homie though

I’m ridin with G look and be done in my bros

My mind on the paper so my pocket full of dough

Till they put me in the grave I’m a get it til I go

I got the dopest clothes that mean I keep protection

So much bread on me my pockets got a yeast infection

I got that Wonder Bread, Mrs. Baird’s, Nature’s Own

And I ain’t sharin shit bitch go make your own

Damn that’s a lot of dough yeah that Ciabatta ho

I’m offering drinks with so much ones liek guess a dollar store

You got that funny money you boys comedians.

my money talk so God damn bad

It’s disobedient.

The root of all evil, bread the sweetest sin.

Send me to hell,

hand me my plate bitch I’m gonna eat again

Wallet full of grands, I ain’t cooking biscuits

Got all my grub found out the size of my bank account terrific

My mind on my paper, my hand on my heater

A trill talk speaker and I speak it through ya speakers

Swisher full of reefer and a bottle full of sleepers

I’ll talk ya out ya money, I could’ve been a preacher

The truth can’t get deep but lies run deeper

So my pistol on my waste by my belt like a beeper

Posted on a block somethin' like a parking meter

My frontin money old, like them wild margaritas

I got a lot yards you come by the meter

I got a lot of drink and I pour by the liter

I gotta lot of hustles and some of them illegal

I’m a grind all day 'til I meet the Grim Reaper