Pharrell, Freddie Gibbs - The Diet lyrics

You should be only interested in those
Who put you on the G
You can hang out with the haters or
You can hang out with me
Shawty tell 'em if you can't break
It down from A to Z
Hey I'm on a little diet
Gotta stay hater free you gotta go

Talking reckless
But I ate that thang for breakfast
And I’m ready keep on that ring left
On my Nikes and my necklace
Ain't no hickies on this sticky
Keeping shit secret when we sexing
Go to GI bout my BI rolling
In the new 650 flexin
Talking about some top with the top down
What you talk? Hot sex, champagne all night
You ain't 'bout that life
Baby keep on walking i sweat the weave out
Girl you know the play before we leave out
Cuddle up, double up take them to the suite
Finna show these hoes what this cheese about
Gangsta Gibbs

Maybe she will if she wanna
Maybe she do what she don't
Cause we be on the pimp shit
You gon get your bitch flip
I just wanna hit, get ghost
Shots to the head let's toast
Twist up the flame
Pledge allegiance to the realest niggas
Getting it in this game
Serving things, made my motherfucking name
Gangsta Gibbs

Right back in her
And I ate that thang for dinner
And I Chi-town ride in the summertime
On the West Coast in the winter
Man, I fucking left her fiending, dog
It was so cold how I did her
And she hate my guts but she always gon'
Be right there when I hit her
Talking about some top on the top floor
What you talking
Hot sex, champagne all night
You about 'bout that life
Baby keep on walking
I fucks with white girls
Puerto Rican, Asian, I hope you like girls
Got a whole pound and broke some more down
You can get tore down tonight girl