Break bread (where them ballers at)   Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at)   Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at)   Break bread-break bread      Break bread - 15x      [Hook - 2x]   You breaking bread, what's up with it   You breaking bread, what's up with it   I'm turning heads, when I enter the club   I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above      [Paul Wall]   When it comes to jewelry, I'm like T.J. Ford   Cause my diamonds, average bout 15 points   All my T.V. VS, nothing less than the best   So I guess, that means I got expensive breath   But I'm more than just jewelry, I'm more than just ice   But me looking like a scrub, just wouldn't safice   I got rolls gold glowing, lap tops showing   Bremie Louis the Thirteenth, to keep it flowing   I can keep going and going, but what's the use   You know I'm balling in the mix, cause I got the juice   I run with wise guys, so it's no surprise   Everywhere I go, women undress me with they eyes   Boys can't knock it, I'm on the rise like a rocket   Big bank take lil' bank, I let you pick which pocket   My wrist glowing, like I stuck my hand in a socket   It's Paul Wall can't nobody stop it, break bread      [Hook - 2x]      [Lew Hawk]   I'm a star stunning nigga, when I step in the club   Channel sets cross my wrist, just like a light bulb   Got Gucci cross my feet, while I shock and rock   Popping Crystal bottles, will make these hoes bop   We some top notch playas, ain't no time for acting   We need ATM machines, for the loot we stacking   Better think shoot a fee, I bet it won't break me   Plus I spend a few G's, up in VIP   It's the currency, that make these hoochies hunch   All they want is a hour fifty