Stomach Grumbling Gucci Mane

[Intro]
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)

[Chorus]
I'm confident I'll never run out of money
They pray that I fall, but I kept it a hundred (A hundred)
Drop change on a bitch, girl, this bread on your bonnet (This bread)
And she fell back in love with my dick in her stomach
These bitches be clumsy and nosy and rummaging (Clumsy)
She didn't eat before she started drinking, she vomited (Ugh)
These niggas ain't eating, they stomachs be grumbling
Claim that they fasting, but no, it ain't Ramadan (Damn)
Keep puttin' out music, but nobody cares
He did a show, but wasn't nobody there (Nobody)
Wanna be me but it's hard to be me, known to put on some shit that wouldn't nobody wear
My watch is icy, I need a Moncler (Burr)
If you run up, you get done up right there
2019, tried give me a GRAMMY, in 2005, tried to give me the chair

[Verse 1]
Street nigga turned legal millionaire, I feel like a billion, one hell of a feeling
She took an edible, say it's incredible, took off her shirt and start showing her titty (Showin' her titties)
Writers on strike and I know why they did it, Hollywood moguls be paying 'em pennies
AI can't write the song Gucci would write 'cause AI didn't stay up all night in the trenches (Hell nah)
I got a lick, is you coming or not?
All this free money, they handing it out
I told my artist to stick to the script, they show love when you broke, but they hate when you hot
I get two, three hundred thousand a feature
I robbed a bank with no mask, it was legal
I took the cake and split it with my people
I dropped a classic, then came with a sequel
Before it was legal, we smoked like it's legal (Ugh)
Stood on the couch and turned over the speakers
And my promo team was the neighborhood geekers
My first Trap House album, two naked shit-eaters (Ugh)
Young nigga listen, go get you some money
This shit won't be easy and I'm being honest
They gon' talk down when they think it ain't working
But when you pop out, they gon' all be astonished