Ludacris

Ludacris - Mouths To Feed lyrics

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[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]

Stop movin so slow - I got mouths to feed

Hurry up and let's go - I got mouths to feed

Rain hail sleet snow - I got mouths to feed

So you already know I'm 'bout to GET TO THAT PAPER



[Ludacris]

Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary

Cause paychecks are comin up shorter than February

Can't get a real job, I never finished school

Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes

But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle

And even Hogan Knows Best, I'm all about the muscle

I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green

I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends

And I'm a workin dream, I keep the circuit clean

See I'm the FUCKIN FUTURE~! I'm a workin machine

Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watchin my cream

So I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine



[Chorus]



[Ludacris]

Motherfucker I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50

50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley

A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper

Can't keep up with the news but I get that Daily Paper

And youse a daily hater cause my foot game is major

After a while, crocodile, see you later alligator

My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppes

Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis

A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready

To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy

Million dollar deals makin moves on my celly

Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly



[Chorus]



[Ludacris]

Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the doughnuts

A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up

You ever threaten mines I won't resist to put the chrome up

My guns'll be like gang signs (ALWAYS GETTIN THROWN UP)

Atlanta put your zone up, we true to these streets

I got 12 hungry artists, whole CREW gotta eat

So hell NO I don't sleep, I'm like an Energizer battery

Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salary

My momma quit her job and I retired my pops

Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops

I accept responsibility, they all pay rent

So if it don't make dollars then it don't make cents



[Chorus]





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