Feed Me

[Gucci Mane:]

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

[Chorus:]

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! [x2]

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

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

[Chorus x2]

[Frenchie]

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'

[Chorus x2]