BROKE BREAD

Broke bread I done broke bread with the wrong motherfuckers (Cha Ching ahhh) Bitches, niggas, fake, phony & all that (broke bread ayee) Break bread ayee We laugh now, but yo back then that shit wasn't funny (back then the shit wasn't funny) How many of em lied when they told me that they love me? (how many lied?) How many trying scheme? (who schemin?) How many trying count my money? I ain't no fool, I ain't no dummy (who trying count my money) You must of got me twisted (twisted) They must of got you lifted (lifted) Tf was on ya biscuit (the fuck on ya biscuit, nigga) Damn, better be bout ya business (be bout ya business) Said they gone ride for you, ain't even write nor a visit (they ain't even write you when you was locked up, know the real ones) Man All alone when you was down, huh (all alone) Started making moves now they quick to come around, huh (they came around when you was up) Smile in ya face, behind ya back say you a clown, huh (they saying you a clown) Ain't what you assume till it's word around the town .. huh (world around the town) That shortie gone forever (forever) You living single having hoes think y'all go together (how you coming, bro?) Me? broke ? Nah that ain't go together (that ain't go together) I broke bread, though you changed like everyday weather (Cha Ching ahhh) Broke Bread I break bread, broke bread, wrong heads (damn) Niggas snitching, niggas talking to the feds (damn) Bitches fucking on ya head opening legs (damn, damn, damn)