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Gucci Mane - Stomach Grumbling [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr.
Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr.
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Tiquon Pryor
Tiquon Pryor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Producer
TP808
TP808
Producer

Lyrics

(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) I'm confident I'll never run out of money They pray that I fall, but I kept it a hundred (a hundred) Drop change on a b-, girl, this bread on your bonnet (this bread) And she fell back in love with my d- in her stomach These b- be clumsy and nosy and rummaging (clumsy) She didn't eat before she started drinking, she vomited (ugh) These n- ain't eating, they stomachs be grumbling Claim that they fasting, but, no, it ain't Ramadan (damn) Keep puttin' out music, but nobody cares He did a show, but wasn't nobody there (nobody) Wanna be me, but it's hard to be me Known to put on some sh- that wouldn't nobody wear My watch is icy, I need a Moncler (burr) If you run up, you get done up right there 2019, tried give me a GRAMMY, in 2005, tried to give me the chair Street n- turned legal millionaire, I feel like a billion, one hell of a feeling She took an edible, say it's incredible Took off her shirt and start showing her t- (showin' her t-) Writers on strike and I know why they did it Hollywood moguls be paying 'em pennies AI can't write the song Gucci would write 'Cause AI didn't stay up all night in the trenches (hell, nah) I got a lick, is you coming or not? All this free money, they handing it out I told my artist to stick to the script They show love when you broke, but they hate when you hot I get two, three hundred thousand a feature I robbed a bank with no mask, it was legal I took the cake and split it with my people I dropped a classic, then came with a sequel Before it was legal, we smoked like it's legal (ugh) Stood on the couch and turned over the speakers And my promo team was the neighborhood geekers My first Trap House album, two naked sh- eaters (ugh) Young n- listen, go get you some money This sh- won't be easy, and I'm being honest They gon' talk down when they think it ain't working But when you pop out, they gon' all be astonished I'm confident I'll never run out of money They pray that I fall, but I kept it a hundred (a hundred) Drop change on a b-, girl, this bread on your bonnet (this bread) And she fell back in love with my d- in her stomach These b- be clumsy and nosy and rummaging (clumsy) She didn't eat before she started drinking, she vomited (ugh) These n- ain't eating, they stomachs be grumbling Claim that they fasting, but, no, it ain't Ramadan (damn) Keep puttin' out music, but nobody cares He did a show, but wasn't nobody there (nobody) Wanna be me, but it's hard to be me Known to put on some sh- that wouldn't nobody wear My watch is icy, I need a Moncler (burr) If you run up, you get done up right there 2019, tried give me a GRAMMY, in 2005, tried to give me the chair ATL, Georgia one hell of a place You come for vacation, but leave on probation (well, damn) The way she keep shaking her a- with no waist Sh- ain't a game, it ain't no recreation (ain't a game) Her booty keep clappin', a standing ovation (clap) Told me to chill, but I'm losing my patience P- like water and head is amazing I'm smelling like money, she lovin' the fragrance (lovin' the fragrance) Please, call me Gucci, better not call me Radric He signed the contract, didn't flip through the pages I f-ed her and fell asleep, that sh- was crazy The way she kept sucking was making me lazy (damn) Caught like three nuts, so I'm calling her Tracy I made her dance, so I'm calling her Stacy (pyoom) Fuck a rich n-, you know that she bragging Her t- so perky, hell no, they ain't sagging Lil' mama look like she been dragging a wagon My homie so geeked, said it's Megan Thee Stallion Her ex-n- broke, he a dud, he be crabby He make excuses, but I make it happen Started off trappin', but switched it to rappin' My b- is an addict, addicted to fashion I'm the one these n- hate with a passion My dog turned to snake, could've sworn it was magic (well, damn)
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Anthony Holmes, Tiquan Terrell Pryor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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