I'd Rather Get Bread

[Intro]

But I'd rather get some bread

But I'd rather get some bread

[Hook]

I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread

But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread

I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread

But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread

I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread

I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread

I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread

I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread

[Verse 1]

Ay, it's two hundred women in the V.I.P

And all of the rumours will be bout me

If they talking bout me and my D-I-C

Then tell 'em I'm the king like T.I.P

When you worth as many millions as me

They gon' try to get close to you

Cause I put it down like I'm sposed to do

And your chick is on my promotion crew

Gossiping about what I did

Gossiping about where I live

Aight I'm joking bout where I live

Cause she will never know where that is

Girl that thing is awesome mayne

The grade that I give you is off the chain

I would love to take you to the Rikers' game

But I'd rather get some bread

Now you acting like you my dame

Magical when I do my thang

When I tell her she need to disappear

She gon' turn into a boomerang

Knock, knock, who's there?

"I'm back" Who cares?

Me not speaking no English

Girl you know I'm a true player!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

H-N-I-C of the Houston scene

I don't care how many partners that you can bring

Y'all know that I'mma run it, y'all know who the king

I'm so close on the trail that my shoes are green

Paper chasing if it's any left

And I'm on the trail till I make the catch

I be so close on that big face

That eew, I can smell Ben Franklin's breath

Y'all can try to test my success

If I ain't the best then come place ya bets

I can't see ya girl saying I ain't my sex

Because I ain't a trick, I know it ain't my cheques

The secret service bump into me

I swear y'all gon' have to be mad at me

Every dollar bill's a fatality

And every President will be casualties

An assassination it had to be

My hustle game is like Master P's

Every verse I spit is of masterpiece

Like that painting that's on my mantle piece

And my crib is worse than gigantic G's

I got corporations and entities

And my wrist is cooler than antifreeze

Cause my money stretching like Hammer P

A-N-T, what's the word?

Tell the haters I'm tugging birds

But not the drugs, that buzzing bird

I keep an eagle, I'm never scared

Word, gotta stay close to the money

Look at all the money that we making for Johnny

Don't make me a deal, that would make me a dummy

Had a bright idea, now my bracelet is sunny

I never ever tell a yellow stellar to get her groove back

I'm pulling that ella-ella-unbrella, tell her groove that

New Barack O-baller, vote for me and I'll improve rap

So in another class, Uncle Sam should charge me school tax

Used to purchase Jordans, found out Michael was a rude cat

Paid this chick to burn 'em and she only charged me two stacks

No response to those that turn on me like I don't do dat

The rumours that I'm hearing just opinions but a few facts

[Hook]