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!

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Verse 2
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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

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