I'd Rather Get Bread Lyrics

But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread

[x2:]
I Said I Love Havin Sex
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
[x2:]
I Said I Love Havin Sex
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
I Said I'd Rather Get Some Bread
I Said I'd Rather Get Some Bread

Woo
Chamillitary Mayne
Let's Get Em

Ay
There's two hundred woman in the V.I.P.
And all of the rumors are be by me
If they talkin bout me and my D.I.C.
I tell em I'm the King lie T.I.P.
As ya worth is many millions as me
They goin try to get close to you
Cause I'll put it down like I'm supposed to do
And yo chick is on my promotion group
Gossiping about what I did
Gossiping about where I live
Sike, I'm joking bout where I live
Cause she will never know where that is
Girl that thang is awesome, mayn
The gray that I give it was off the chain
I would love to take you to the Rocket's 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 goin turn into a boomerang
Knock, knock, who's there?
I'm back, who cares!
Me no speaky no english
Girl you know that I'm a true playa

[x2:]
I Said I Love Havin Sex
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
[x2:]
I Said I Love Havin Sex
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
I Said I'd Rather Get Some Bread
I Said I'd Rather Get Some Bread

H-N-I-C of the Houston scene
I don't care how many partners that you can bring
Y'all know that I'm a run it, y'all know who the king
[? ] I'm so close on the Trill, that my shoes are green [? ]
Paper chase and if it's any left than I'm on the Trill till I make the catch
I be so close on that big face
That Eww, I can smell Ben Franklin's breath (yes)
Y'all can try to test my success
If I ain't the best, than come place your bets
I can't see ya girl, sayin I ain't my sex
Because I ain't a trick, I know it ain't my checks (ha)
If the secret service bump into me
I swear y'all goin have to be mad at me
Every dollar bill's a fake talyte
Every president will be cashilty
And the sasha-nation it had to be
My hustle game is like Master P's (UHHH)
First I spit it's a masterpiece
Like that painting that's on my mangelpiece
And my crib is worst than gigantic G's
I got corporations and antaties
And my wrist is cooler than anti-freeze
Cause my money stretching like Hammer P
A.N.T. what's the word?
Tell the haters I'm chuggin birds
But not the drugs, that doesn't work
I keep the eagle I'm never scured
Word
Gotta stay close to the money
Look at all the money that we making for Johnny (Dang)
Don't make me a deal, that would make me a dummy
Had a bright idea now my brain's stood to sunny
I never ever tell a Yella Stella to Get Her Groove Back
I'm pulling the ella ella (Umbrella) tell her groove that
New Barack O-baller, vote for me and I'll improve rap
So when another class, Uncle Sam in charge me school tasks
Used to purchase Jordan's found out Michael was a rude cat
Paid his chick to burn em and she only charged me two stacks (that's it?)
No response to those that turn on me like I don't do that
Rumors that I'm hearing just opinions but a few facts

[x2:]
I Said I Love Havin Sex
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
[x2:]
I Said I Love Havin Sex
But I'd Rather Get Some Bread
I Said I'd Rather Get Some Bread
I Said I'd Rather Get Some Bread

Chamillitary Mayne

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