I’m Eatin lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
Gang gang
Gang, Flippa

[Hook]
I'm eatin'
I count a half a mill this season
Bust a 20 down in Neimans
Where the 100s that I'm feindin'?
I'm eatin'
Fly to LA for no reason
They call me Flip for a reason
Fly out the country or region
I'm eatin'
Only day ones with me when I start feastin'
Fly the gang to Miami for a weekend
Countin' all that might take me a weekend
I'm eatin'
Wipe the the baby like its teethin'
Digit catchin', catch your breezy breathin'
b*tch all you should know is that I'm eatin'

[Verse 1]
We them n*ggas livin' lavish
I like j*rk chicken can count the cabbage
10k a show is my average
n*gga OG, I'm not average
Pop a Percocet and I have perfect sex
David Beckham, kick her off the jet
I speak that when I surf the net
You need practise, I'm a vet
Winter time, Yeezy line
Givenchy loafers in the summer time
Ball so much, you think it ain't mine
I heard you have 'em through the grapevine
Recently n*gga been eatin'
I wear Gucci sweaters like I'm in Neiman
b*tch gotta dirty mouth, she drink semen
You say you ain't havin' blue, what is your meanin'?
Been back from the bank
Wait, take her back to the bank
Reckon you should sell gangs
What's the lowest price you pay for the drank?
Steak, chicken and lobster
My wrist is so glass, you would find it in [?]
I worth a milli when you check my posture
Frontin', come quicker, come back larger

[Hook]
I'm eatin'
I count a half a mill this season
Bust a 20 down in Neimans
Where the 100s that I'm feindin'?
I'm eatin'
Fly to LA for no reason
They call me Flip for a reason
Fly out the country or region
I'm eatin'
Only day ones with me when I start feastin'
Fly the gang to Miami for a weekend
Countin' all that might take me a weekend
I'm eatin'
Wipe the the baby like its teethin'
Digit catchin', catch your breezy breathin'
b*tch all you should know is that I'm eatin'

[Verse 2]
I love to eat and stack the ends
220, right bundles, they twins
I'mma sore loser, I gots to win
Hit her, bust a nut, then hit again
She don't eat, a vegetarian
Eat on the books like she was a librarian
b*tch from Liberia, she Liberian
31k, back it like I'm Shawn Marion
That chopper's my ace
What you pay for those skates?
Break the dope down on the plate
b*tch get a lil hyper, I put in her place
She get mad at me because I no listen
I call the sniper if I feel some tension
There are no flaws on these diamonds, they glistenin'
I want the money, I don't like her chasin'
Take out that twinkle, I won't be a di*k
I see them kickin' sh*t with 50 Cent
Back in the Bendo, I snatch with the van
Narrow 35s and post 3 for the vent
Catch me dabbin' sh*t, I'm backing and they flossin'
I'm a chemist cause I took the trap courses
Back then was Polo, now I buy real horses
Cookie garden look like Tarzan forest

[Hook]
I'm eatin'
I count a half a mill this season
Bust a 20 down in Neimans
Where the 100s that I'm feindin'?
I'm eatin'
Fly to LA for no reason
They call me Flip for a reason
Fly out the country or region
I'm eatin'
Only day ones with me when I start feastin'
Fly the gang to Miami for a weekend
Countin' all that might take me a weekend
I'm eatin'
Wipe the the baby like its teethin'
Digit catchin', catch your breezy breathin'
b*tch all you should know is that I'm eatin'

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