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'