Bread

There it go, yuh
 Okay, I love having sex but
 I rather get some head
 I love having sex but I rather get some bread
 We don't talk to strangers
 You could be the feds
 You could be that nigga who
 Bitch laying in my bed
 I'm just playin', I'm just playin'
 I ain't really playin'
 That pussy was direct so
 I got it on demand
 She just want a nigga that
 Can put it in her tummy
 Have her coming, hit it from the back
 Then get back to the money
 I got hunneds, I got fifties
 I got twenties, I got fives, hoe
 I be got that Draco, we got clips like a slideshow
 We came through the side door
 You need to let your pride go
 I'm married to the money but I got a couple side hoes
 I love having sex but I rather get some bread
 I said, I love having sex but I rather get some bread
 I said, I love having sex but I rather get some bread
 I love having sex but I rather get some bread
 Suzy is a money maker, finally told the truth
 Got a couple pounds, told her, she know what to do
 Break it down, bust it down
 Word to Uncle Luke
 I got a big ass house and it got a bunch of rooms
 Why my shit go crazy? Why my shit go dumb?
 I'm from outta town, she like "Where you from?"
 I said "The Carolinas", smelling like marijuana
 You know you fucking good
 When you mess up their bonnet
 I got a bad lil bitch, man, she know how to suck
 Like to lick it on the tip then go for the nuts
 She be playing with the dick like she nice with the clutch
 But it's back to the money 'cause it's never enough
 I said, I love having sex but I rather get some bread
 I said, I love having sex but I rather get some bread
 I said, I love having sex but I rather get some bread
 I love having sex but I rather get some bread