[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]