[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]