Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
Live fast, drive slow
Im lookin like Pac in the Benz when he was hangin out the window
Right now, Ive got my Jesus piece on
And all my rings, you can see Im 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 flavours 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
Thats why I wear my hat low and my shades, man
I dont waste time or liquor
You can see it on my face, I dont chase, its a race

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
Break bread
I dont know what they say where you stay
But where I stay, everybody say pay
So youd better (break bread)
Baby its 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 its a (go-go) when it comes to (cocoa)
Get down and do what you said (break bread)

[Verse 2: Andre Nickatina]
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 youre meltin like butter, baby, Imma 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 thats Crown Royal, freak, dont try to BS me
But I never knew what she said
All up in her head with the phrase that pays, and it says:

[Hook: Andre Nickatina]

[Verse 3: Richie Rich]
Twenty fifties, a hundred tens
Two white bitches in a Batman Benz
Straight mobbin, one named Robyn
Cant 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 dont need nothin but a bitch that love Vogues
And these all-gold Daytons
Ask Dre Dog ask Nicky
You aint gettin money, you aint fuckin with Richie
Patron Silver, straight Goose
Twins with me, and they loose
Thirty rounds, town business
Dont make me break records like Guinness
Bitches wanna fuck all day and give head
But I dont fuck for free, hoe
Nah, so

[Hook]