I Gotta Eat Jae Millz (Ft. Fred the Godson & Vado)

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson]
Fred, know how we all cake – brick of raw weight
Picture me getting rich, not using poor traits
I orchestrate to pay bills
I can shoot a jump shot with a bag of money, Jae Millz
What up, sir? Got the bright tan fur
On the phone with the left hand while the right hand stir
Think about all the money we run through
Won’t stop ‘till my niggas get 150 a bundle
I’m on the block, holler – top dollar
I’m talking G money, like Nino with the Rottweiler
Blackjack at the casino with some guap fallin'
Sit back just like in the back of that Impala
TV and block work, I’m on it, what?
Fred hot out here, nah, I’m warming up
Millz hit my phone and said he got a beat
Well, bring a fork and a plate, nigga, I gotta eat

[Chorus: Jae Millz]
Crusing in my jeep
Thinking of a master plan, why these niggas sleep?
And while these niggas sleep, I’m out here in these streets
Chasing dead presidents ‘cause a nigga gotta eat
Yeah, nigga, I gotta eat
No food on the table, then the fam can’t sleep
I pray to God I don’t kill a nigga
But if I do, God’ll be with it, nigga