Breakfast
(专辑: Money, Pounds, Ammunition - 2013)
[Hook: Gucci Mane] I
smoke weed for breakfast, I
drink lean for breakfast I
take mollies, I
take Xanax, I
can't eat no breakfast Half a
pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A
pint of lean for breakfast and I'm cooking dope for breakfast I
smoke weed for breakfast, I
drink lean for breakfast I
take mollies, I
take Xanax, I
can't eat no breakfast Half a
pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A
pint of lean for breakfast, I
got collard greens for breakfast [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Biting on my lip for breakfast, can't serve that trick unless... We on two different levels, Flock said he just came from Belgium My trap house right off Gresham, I'm so goddamn successful She ate my dick for dinner then she ate my lips for breakfast Got a
big booty bitch with some nice size titties Baby so fine, gotta let her ride with me She the
type of bitch gets an F550 You the
type of bitch can't get one penny Smoke 75 blunts in one minute I
ain't finna eat no Denny's or Wendy's I
sure ain't broke and I
sure ain't friendly I
don't flash shows if the
show got plenty If the
show a
smorgasbord then I
won't get skinny Pour the
lean so dark that it look like Henny It's breakfast time and y'all niggas come get it If you wanna go to war, pussy nigga I'm with it I
peeped it, you piece of shit Try to creep on, nigga, I
seen it Put a
beam on a
nigga for treason I'll kill a
fuck nigga, no reason [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Pocket full of mollies, blow them pounds out the
window Diamond Cuban gold link chain cost a
kilo Get it fronted by amigo, plus I
got a
hit single Motherfuck these niggas, what the
Hell they sayin'? Crossed over, still stay 'hood Steel top on my Phantom hood Can't cook dope but a
nigga shoot good Got your baby mama walking on my hardwood Orange juice and five Backwoods for breakfast 80, 000 dollars on a
young nigga necklace Can't hit the
club if them hoes ain't naked Waka Flocka Flame is so damn reckless Niggas putting bands on they head, just wreck it Pocket full of hundreds, don't do no debit Only smoke gas, you smoke unleaded Brick Squad hitting lanes, found the
exit Smoke another pound, my nigga Where the
fuck you from? Throw your 'hood up, nigga Diamonds in my mouth, can't do golds, my nigga Shorty be boozed, kicked back on the
leather Keep it real, chase cheddar She'll fuck for some red-bottoms and a
Givenchy sweater That hoe ain't shit – type of bitch that set me up PeeWee in the
cut with a
scrap and a
double cup She ain't see him... [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 3: PeeWee Longway] In the
morning I'm still geeking, licking Miley Cyrus for breakfast Three bad bitches from the
Playboy Mansion, I'm PeeWee Longway Hefner Got pink double-sealed in my refrigerator, I
pour mud up for breakfast Got a
place, said he want a
load of collard greens Meet me on Metropolitan at the
Burger King Went out for breakfast, nigga, me and Waka and Gucci Just finessed it up, $4, 000 gas, pass in a
Bentley truck We eat rats, that's how we get full If you a
rat, we got the
semi-auto full, boy Took your ice in, that shit, I
ain't Bird Catch a
tail from the
light I'll come and make this year 2013 I
tip, tryna calm my whip Rappers talking 'bout the
table, counting up my chips Sipping on mud, drinking out the
mug With a
nigga misses, boy, I
know he pissed Lean got me tripping, is it workin'? Shit... One day, I
ain't gon' hurt you, bitch Y'all know the
rest, it's my breakfast, bitch Trust me not, punk, fuck you, shit Molly on me, bitch, the
lean on me, bitch Go ahead all with them hash and grits [Hook]