[Chorus: Pimp C]

Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up

Had our bread up, had our bread up

Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up

Our bread up, had our bread up

[Verse 1: Pimp C]

Swangin and bangin, like that nigga SG

Hoes wanna fuck, but my dick ain't free

You can't charge me, cause I ain't to be charged

Just sellin' dope from Louisiana all the way to Florida

Got birds and the Yay, just left Big Bay

In the pen once again, still ridin with Jay

Jay, Pimp and Bun, the cream of the crop

Hit the corner in the Lac, you see them blades chop

I used to push rocks, on the corner of Jackson's

Went from new-used to Lacs, from Lacc to Lexus

Now it's Bentley 4 doors, get 50 for the shows

Bring your bitch around me, and I make her get exposed

Bend over, touch your toes

Just show me what you got

I'm really tryna see ya, but you went and shaved your cock

Why in the fuck would you do that, bitch?

Sweet Jones ain't fuckin with that bald-head shit, bitch

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up

Had our bread up, had our bread up

Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up

Our bread up, had our bread up

[Verse 2: DJ B-Do]

I'm a big slab DO, I'm a country ass nigga

I'm from PA Texas, ain't another nigga triller

Black and yellow stones, got me lookin like a stealer

Hoppin out double Rs, I kill, kill kill 'm

Me and my niggas paint the town when we come down

24 in the game, stackin bread, fuck the fame

Everyday a nigga smellin like new money

I leave my tags on my clothes, and hoes pop 'em for me

Keep a foreign coupe with candy paint drippin down

Ready for whatever, if he ain't loaded when we flip and grind

I stay on my grind, when I count my cash

I take a hundred dollar bill, and wipe it cross my ass

Cause it's nothin, nigga

I stay stuntin, nigga

So if you see me with your bitch, yeah I'm fuckin, nigga

I'm an underdog, but I stay on top my bread

And keep my pocket full of presidents that's dead

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up

Had our bread up, had our bread up

Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up

Our bread up, had our bread up

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

I'm comin straight out the city of the coupes with the roof missing

That paper in my vision, and getting it is my mission

Perforated leather seats, with handcrafted stitching

One love for all my partners caught up in the system

I'm from the great lone star state, that's known as Texas

I'm on the grind, while you drinkin coffee and eating breakfast

I got my mind on Maseratis, so I been restless

My money long, like the inauguration gets us

That chopper leave him breathless, catchin' boppers I'm the bestest

Lay my mack down, and get up in them walls like Asbestos

I bet they didn't think us country boys had cake

But down here we grinding hard, 25/8

Going back from Louisiana on the I-10 west

I'm on the highway, the flyway, all day, no rest

You overthinking this shit, it ain't Chess

The secret to success, is to grind more, and sleep less and

Get your bread up

[Chorus: Pimp C]

Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up

Had our bread up, had our bread up

Didn't know us country niggas had our bread up

Our bread up, had our bread up