[Intro] But I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get some bread [Chorus] 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! [Chorus] [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'ma 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 [Chorus]
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