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  • [Intro] But
    I'd rather get some bread
    But I'd rather get some bread [Chorus]
    I said I love having *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 ***
    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]
  • [Intro] But
    I'd rather get some bread
    But I'd rather get some bread [Chorus]
    I said I love having *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 ***
    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]