Текст песни Stomach Grumbling - Gucci Mane

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

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 b-, girl, this bread on your bonnet (this bread)
And she fell back in love with my d- in her stomach
These b- be clumsy and nosy and rummaging (clumsy)
She didn't eat before she started drinking, she vomited (ugh)
These n- 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 sh- 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

Street n- 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 t- (showin' her t-)
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 sh- eaters (ugh)
Young n- listen, go get you some money
This sh- 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

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 b-, girl, this bread on your bonnet (this bread)
And she fell back in love with my d- in her stomach
These b- be clumsy and nosy and rummaging (clumsy)
She didn't eat before she started drinking, she vomited (ugh)
These n- 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 sh- 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

ATL, Georgia one hell of a place
You come for vacation, but leave on probation (well, damn)
The way she keep shaking her a- with no waist
Sh- ain't a game, it ain't no recreation (ain't a game)
Her booty keep clappin', a standing ovation (clap)
Told me to chill, but I'm losing my patience
P- like water and head is amazing
I'm smelling like money, she lovin' the fragrance (lovin' the fragrance)

Please, call me Gucci, better not call me Radric
He signed the contract, didn't flip through the pages
I f-ed her and fell asleep, that sh- was crazy
The way she kept sucking was making me lazy (damn)
Caught like three nuts, so I'm calling her Tracy
I made her dance, so I'm calling her Stacy (pyoom)
Fuck a rich n-, you know that she bragging
Her t- so perky, hell no, they ain't sagging

Lil' mama look like she been dragging a wagon
My homie so geeked, said it's Megan Thee Stallion
Her ex-n- broke, he a dud, he be crabby
He make excuses, but I make it happen
Started off trappin', but switched it to rappin'
My b- is an addict, addicted to fashion
I'm the one these n- hate with a passion
My dog turned to snake, could've sworn it was magic (well, damn)