[Fergie]
Hungry, hungry, yeah...
Hungry, hungry, yeah...
Hungry, hungry, mhm yeah
(Hungry, hungry, mhm yeah...)
To say it's complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it the new flavor in your ear
They know that I'm a problem, that's why everybody scared
Whatever doesn't k** you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up
Or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it 'til I'm full up
Wait hold up
Girl up in the mirror
Only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest
I told you I'm the illest!
Sick, sick
Mmm, hungry
(Still hungry...)