Lyrics I Do - Joey Trap

Yeah, shorty ask if I get bread, I do
Blessed all yeah, thank God, all true
Spilled Hennessy on my Prada shoes
Woah, yeah
Said I'ma opp gon' slide, he won't
Act like he be outside, he don't
Said he make music, it's fire, he choke
Haha, yeah
Bitch, I've been in my bag today
Strip club, throwin' them bands away
He talk smoke, then ran away
New phone call, "I'm Ben, who this?"
This my plug, he sent the bricks
He lost two, said "Damn, I'm pissed"
We just simple men, but, shit
Ex girl mad, must be the lust
Lied too much, can't be to trust
I get bread, I eat the crust
I grind my life, like weed to dust
Nigga talk shit, I love to hate
Slime OT, he love the Wraith
I eat good, I love the cake, yeah
Young Rich Squad, I love to make
I count bands, no problem, nigga
Bro come through, I'm stallin', nigga
One phone call, we robbed them niggas
They guess who here, like Stalin, nigga
Boy, I'm stunnin' your bitch, mm, mm
Maison Margiela my fit, mm, mm
Paid thirty bands, my wrist, mm, mm
Niggas don't made my list, uh, uh, look
These real tattoos hurt, you dig?
These real niggas come murder your kids
Yo' girl call, I work assist
New OG, I work your bitch
Woah, yeah
Don't jack boys, we okay, okay
These Saint Laurent, not Obey, okay
I get the money then go play, no way
Niggas talkin' shit, get robbed out, Robins
Yes you a goon, bitch, I'm them goblins
300 clips, bitch, I'm with them Spartans
Ha ha, anyways, shorty ask if I get bread, I do
Do you wanna marry to the money? I said, "I do"
Yeah, shorty ask if I get bread, I do
Blessed all yeah, thank God, all true
Spilled Hennessy on my Prada shoes
Woah, yeah
Said I'ma opp, then slide, he won't
Act like he be outside, he don't
Said he make music, it's fire, he choke
Haha, woah
Bitch, I've been in my bag today
Strip club, throwin' them bands away
He talk smoke, then ran away, yeah
Shorty ask if I get bread, I do
Shawty wanna marry to the money, I do
Shawty wanna-, I do
I do (I do), I do (I do), I do (I do), I do (I do)
I do (I do), I do (I do), I do (I do), I do