Feed Me (feat. Frenchie)

200 pounds I grew that shit, You knew that shit, I do it that shit

Pulled up with a hundred pounds, bails and bricks, filthy rich

All I know is grind time, nickle dime, slime time

I Intercept like Prime Time

My mind gone like nine times

Call it engineering, Gucci might steal it

A new European, everybody peekin

Is robbing season, goons out searching

Lurking, surfing, call it reimbursement

Southside on the beat, Gucci on the street

Let me take a listen... why not drive a [?]

Wow, pow, bricks right now

Slip and slide I'm glidin by

But I'm so high I just might die

Flocka told me go in! Roco told me go in!

PJ told me no end, my hand, I will throw in!

Gamble with the joker and end up in a shoot out

Wooh he on the lookout, Juice Man throwin cookouts

I'm in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole

They're screaming feed me, feed me, feed me!

And when the club [?] we monsters making scary movies girls be

Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! In the strip club shorty throwing up the racks

Gucci come my back, fifty stacks in the back

Mean mugging? Shorty I ain't worried bout that

Brick Squad Monopoly: we a wolf pack

Rolling in my zone, baby make the bootie clap!

Slapped her on the bootie like I'm trying to hit that

How much it cost cause I charge your stack?

Bottles in the air, hell yeah, I'm stoned!

Leaning left to right, double cup styrofoam

I'm full of racks, just stacks on stacks

Never been a [?] only shop at Sax

Drinking Remy by the fifth

They say Waka Flocka got a gift

Six speeds, I just shift

Every blunt I lift

I'm higher than a motherfucker, think I might fall

Bad bitches always calling me

LeBron fucking James I ball, my G

Shut the fuck up bitch, clap that ass

White fans screaming "Waka Flocka, you rad"

Always catch me with a fucking red rag

I got em like ah...

Love this nigga, two hoes slobbering on the pole

Screaming out loud I love this nigga!

[?] seen the same girls that work in Perfections

They say they came straight from Magic City

So I know don't gotta teach 'em no lesson!

Girls [?] my songs on

Put down those pom poms

Oriental, I think she's from Hong Kong

In the club full of ho zombies

Screaming out feed me

But I just got this stacks girl, it ain't gonna be that easy!

Four girls leaving, they coming

All girls fucking they coming

Just like Gucci said I left a hundred dollars on the dresser

Just to show the bitch it ain't nothin'

If you think you coming home with me, you're fucking

You got much potential, I turn you into something

Get in my V, my music we bumpin'

You steady talking but I ain't hear nothin'