Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food
Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot
Fuck that now trying get the money
When you need something yummy
Worked hard so the fridge always had food
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
So next time i come, i'll bring you one
And in this game you the gators' food
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
Shit with our whole family
When you need something yummy
Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food
When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute
Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude
I was starving, didn't have money to buy food
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