Hungry
This special, biggest, global, ha
Yeah (wouh), yeah, yeah, yeah
To say it's complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I'm a problem, that's why everybody scared (scared)
Whatever doesn't kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire, yeah
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it 'til I'm full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I'm the illest
Sick, sick, hm
Hungry, starving, hmh
Not thirsty, hm hm hm, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry
Wouh, I'm moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I'm just drippin' sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith (wouh)
I fuck up money like I'm Escobar
Ballin', ballin', Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin' small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin' with a boss (boss)
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic (ha ha)
Look over haters, tripling my assets (boss)
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie's my queen, I'm the king, now come kiss on our rings
Sick (what?), sick (hahaha), hm
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Hmh, not thirsty, hm hm hm, just hungry
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry
Yeah (wouh), yeah, yeah, yeah
To say it's complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I'm a problem, that's why everybody scared (scared)
Whatever doesn't kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire, yeah
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it 'til I'm full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I'm the illest
Sick, sick, hm
Hungry, starving, hmh
Not thirsty, hm hm hm, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry
Wouh, I'm moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I'm just drippin' sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith (wouh)
I fuck up money like I'm Escobar
Ballin', ballin', Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin' small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin' with a boss (boss)
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic (ha ha)
Look over haters, tripling my assets (boss)
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie's my queen, I'm the king, now come kiss on our rings
Sick (what?), sick (hahaha), hm
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Hmh, not thirsty, hm hm hm, just hungry
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Michael Perry, Lisa Germaine Gerrard, Stacy Ferguson
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