I'd Rather Get Bread

I'd rather get some bread

I said I love having s*x 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 s*x 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 s*x 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 s*x but

I'd rather get some bread

I said I'd rather get some bread

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

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 s*x

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 d**gs 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