Gucci Mane, Project Pat - Time To Eat lyrics
[Gucci Mane, Project Pat - Time To Eat lyrics]
The Porsche porcelain, the rims are gorgeous
The earth went skrrrt, it got so many horses
An all white chain same color your forces
An ounce of what I smoke
Cost double your mortgage
So Icy Entertainment I'mma esplain it
Cause when we come in niggas
Takin' they chain in
I lost my train of thought
Bitches calling me brainless
I can't buy a burger cause
I'm too fucking famous
Put the whip on a donk
Give my Chevy a facelift
My 28" Ashantis make it look like a spaceship
The rims look big like the lips of Fantasia
My paint drips wet like activator
You playing with yourself, you a masturbator
You play with So Icy, I have to spray ya
Don't waste all your life
Being a couch potato
After a while crocodile, see ya later hater
It's Gucci
150 Ps got it smelling like weed
In the trap bustin bales down
It's time to eat
21 a key, 10 five a half a key
55 a quarter key nigga come and see a G
Standing on the stove hard
Working with them boulders
All these extra grams oughta
Bring me mo' cheese
Time to count that money man
Man I need another hand bands after band
Tell the fam it's time to eat
There's money to be gotten
The crack is running low
I ain't got no purple plug
Regular weed moving slow
Hidey Ho, like Robin Hood
Robbin in another hood i chop a barrel
Shove it down ya throat
And make it understood
Got 'em for a half a brick
Eight pounds of purple
80 for the 7 grams, smokin on good purple
Jack fools, make ya strip down to ya butthole
Used to go to school with the foo
But I'm cuckold get it how I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang all white bricks
North Memphis niggas when it's good
We do bad deals hittin forty block, all wop
That's how crack kills
Stacks will rise or somebody
Gonna pay the piper
I just want the stash don't you make
Me put you in a diaper
(One of them Pampers nigga)
150 Ps got it smelling like weed
In the trap bustin bales down
It's time to eat
21 a key, 10 five a half a key
55 a quarter key nigga come and see a G
Standing on the stove hard
Working with them boulders
All these extra grams oughta
Bring me mo' cheese
Time to count that money man
Man I need another hand bands after band
Tell the fam it's time to eat
The earth went skrrrt, it got so many horses
An all white chain same color your forces
An ounce of what I smoke
Cost double your mortgage
So Icy Entertainment I'mma esplain it
Cause when we come in niggas
Takin' they chain in
I lost my train of thought
Bitches calling me brainless
I can't buy a burger cause
I'm too fucking famous
Put the whip on a donk
Give my Chevy a facelift
My 28" Ashantis make it look like a spaceship
The rims look big like the lips of Fantasia
My paint drips wet like activator
You playing with yourself, you a masturbator
You play with So Icy, I have to spray ya
Don't waste all your life
Being a couch potato
After a while crocodile, see ya later hater
It's Gucci
150 Ps got it smelling like weed
In the trap bustin bales down
It's time to eat
21 a key, 10 five a half a key
55 a quarter key nigga come and see a G
Standing on the stove hard
Working with them boulders
All these extra grams oughta
Bring me mo' cheese
Time to count that money man
Man I need another hand bands after band
Tell the fam it's time to eat
There's money to be gotten
The crack is running low
I ain't got no purple plug
Regular weed moving slow
Hidey Ho, like Robin Hood
Robbin in another hood i chop a barrel
Shove it down ya throat
And make it understood
Got 'em for a half a brick
Eight pounds of purple
80 for the 7 grams, smokin on good purple
Jack fools, make ya strip down to ya butthole
Used to go to school with the foo
But I'm cuckold get it how I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang all white bricks
North Memphis niggas when it's good
We do bad deals hittin forty block, all wop
That's how crack kills
Stacks will rise or somebody
Gonna pay the piper
I just want the stash don't you make
Me put you in a diaper
(One of them Pampers nigga)
150 Ps got it smelling like weed
In the trap bustin bales down
It's time to eat
21 a key, 10 five a half a key
55 a quarter key nigga come and see a G
Standing on the stove hard
Working with them boulders
All these extra grams oughta
Bring me mo' cheese
Time to count that money man
Man I need another hand bands after band
Tell the fam it's time to eat
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