I'd Rather Get Bread Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[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]