Gotta Eat - Slim Thug

You know who the fuck I am bitch

It’s Thugga, Thugga

I’m the realest nigga ever, nobody do it better

I ain’t never stopping, I’ma do this shit forever

Addicted to new leather, in love with the money

Drop the 'Rarri top, when that weather gets sunny

Neighbors looking funny, cause ery’time they speak

It be a different bitch, everyday of the week

I’m a Hogg, I gotta eat

And word is, there’s lobster and steak in these streets

I got a problem though, I like freaks

Give me two of those, my square hoes acting weak

It’s hard to compete, with two dimes in my sheets

They swapping out my meat, got a nigga all deep

Catch me in the club, every week bitch

Never see me out, with a weak bitch

Fuck a good girl, I want a freak bitch

Up all week, we gotta eat bitch

We gotta eat bitch

Bricks on the table, gotta eat bitch

We gotta eat bitch

Lil' cash in a safe, we gotta eat bitch

I’m still starving, and I just ate

Trying to see how many meals, I can take

Got a mill cash, stashed in the safe

Shit I can’t complain, life’s great

And I just, got that new Range

Cocaine, everythang

That’s a damn shame

My side chick I’m dicking down, is your main

Hold up mayn, where is your brain

Cause her’s a fool, some’ing I can’t explain

I can’t stay in my lane, get money fuck the fame

Solid gold chains, Rover changing lanes

I ain’t got time, for these bitches

I’m spending all my time, getting money

And I ain’t slowing down, for you niggas

You better catch up, if you coming