Gucci Mane - Feed Me lyrics

[Gucci Mane:] 200 pounds I grew that sh**, You knew that sh**, I do it that sh** 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 motherf**er, think I might fall Bad b**hes always calling me LeBron f**ing James I ball, my G Shut the f** up b**h, clap that a** White fans screaming "Waka Flocka, you rad" Always catch me with a f**ing red rag [Chorus x2] [Frenchie] I got em like ah... Love this n***a, two hoes slobbering on the pole Screaming out loud I love this n***a! [?] 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 f**ing they coming Just like Gucci said I left a hundred dollars on the dresser Just to show the b**h it ain't nothin' If you think you coming home with me, you’re f**ing 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]