[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Trips with the dufflebag, bricks in the dufflebag
Hope the dog don't come sniff through the duffle bag
Hit the town up, I'm passin a dufflebag
Let the n***as know I'll be back for the dufflebag
And it better be cash in the dufflebag
If not, that's yo' ass, yo' ass in the dufflebag
Life's a border bitch, so I brought her dick
And she enjoys all of it, ya dig?
The peacemaker, my piece make a mess, believe hater
You'll die now, you won't see later
For some dough or some bread
You'll be in pieces like a loaf of some bread
I have your girl holding her head
She telling me I'm like a cobra in bed
I'm telling her to roll over instead
I got this, listen, I got some work I need boothed
After we fuck, I got some work I need moved
Now that you work for me boo
Pimpin' included, get in a skirt and these shoes
And get to workin' these dudes
(It's Santana, fuck wit' ya boy)
I'll be back for them dollars, lil' mama
And it better not be short a dollar, lil' mama

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy
We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, bitch the game ain't sweet to sugar
The coke is in the bundles, meet the pusher
I'm smokin' on a blunt of the Ashton Kusher
It's fuck you, pay me, ask a hooker
I run up on the homie with the mask, he shook up
Honey, put the money in the bag, don't look up
Fuck y'all, boy, we countin' cash at cook up
A bunch of young n***as with stashes put up
I flash that dough, where the hoe bitch, G's up
I ain't doin' nothin' but gettin' paid, y'all n***as stuck
Maserati movin' with the legs, all chromed up
21 inches, man, I gotta ride grown-up
Open up the belly on that new Mercedes
Got that bitch lookin' like she straight havin' a baby
But that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a muthafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
I'm gettin' bread, boy