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conversations.value: Write me a song called Get That Bread with the following description: Wayne and Juelz spitting over 50 Cent’s I’ll Whip Ya Head Boy, which is from the Get Rich or Dyin' Soundtrack. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
  Trips with the dufflebag, bricks in the dufflebag
  Hope the dog don't come sniff through the duffle bag
  Hit the town up, I'm passin a dufflebag
  Let the niggas know I'll be back for the dufflebag
  And it better be cash in the dufflebag
  If not, that's yo' ass, yo' ass in the dufflebag
  Life's a border bitch, so I brought her dick
  And she enjoys all of it, ya dig?
  The peacemaker, my piece make a mess, believe hater
  You'll die now, you won't see later
  For some dough or some bread
  You'll be in pieces like a loaf of some bread
  I have your girl holding her head
  She telling me I'm like a cobra in bed
  I'm telling her to roll over instead
  I got this, listen, I got some work I need boothed
  After we fuck, I got some work I need moved
  Now that you work for me boo
  Pimpin' included, get in a skirt and these shoes
  And get to workin' these dudes
  (It's Santana, fuck wit' ya boy)
  I'll be back for them dollars, lil' mama
  And it better not be short a dollar, lil' mama
  [Chorus: Juelz Santana]
  We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy
  We get that bread, boy, we get that bread, boy [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah, bitch the game ain't sweet to sugar
  The coke is in the bundles, meet the pusher
  I'm smokin' on a blunt of the Ashton Kusher
  It's fuck you, pay me, ask a hooker
  I run up on the homie with the mask, he shook up
  Honey, put the money in the bag, don't look up
  Fuck y'all, boy, we countin' cash at cook up
  A bunch of young niggas with stashes put up
  I flash that dough, where the hoe bitch, G's up
  I ain't doin' nothin' but gettin' paid, y'all niggas stuck
  Maserati movin' with the legs, all chromed up
  21 inches, man, I gotta ride grown-up
  Open up the belly on that new Mercedes
  Got that bitch lookin' like she straight havin' a baby
  But that ain't fair, but I don't care
  I'm a muthafuckin' Cash Money millionaire
  I'm gettin' bread, boy