[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast and I'm cookin' dope for breakfast
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast, I got Collard Greens for breakfast
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Fine all my live for breakfast that serve that trick a lesson
We on two different levels, Flock say he just came from Belgium
My trap house right off Gresham, I'm so goddamn successful
She ate my dick for dinner, then she ate mollies for breakfast
Got a big booty bitch with some nice size titties, baby so fine gotta let her ride with me
She the type of bitch get a five hundred fifty dollars, you the type of bitch can't get one penny
Smoke seventy five blunts in one minute, I ain't finna eat no Denny's on Wendy's
I sure ain't broke and I sure ain't friendly, I don't flash Os but I sure got plenty
If the show slow up then I won't get scared, pourin' lean so dark that it look like Henny
It's breakfast time and y'all niggas come get it, if you wanna go to war pussy nigga I'm with it
I'm P. Diddy, you piece of shit
Try to creep on a nigga, I stay lit
Put a beam on a nigga for treason
I kill a fuck nigga, no reason
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast and I'm cookin' dope for breakfast
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast, I got Collard Greens for breakfast
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Pocket full of molly, sellin' pounds out the window
Diamond Cuban gold link chain cost a kilo
Getting fronted by amigo, plus I got a hit single
Motherfuck these niggas what the hell they sayin'
Crossed over still stay hood
Steel top on my Phantom hood
Can't cook dope but a nigga shoot good
Got your baby mama walking down my hardwood
I just had five backwoods for breakfast
Eighty thousand dollars on a young nigga necklace
Can't hit the club if them hoes ain't naked
Waka flocka flame cut throat and reckless
Niggas throwin bands when they hear this record
Pocket full of hundreds, don't do no debits
Only smoke gas, you smoke unleaded
Brick squad here, lames found the exit
Smoking out the pound my nigga
Where the fuck you from, throw yo' hood up nigga
Diamonds in my mouth, can't do golds my nigga
Shawty be bouncin' back on a leather, keep it real chase cedar
She gon' fuck for some red bottoms and a Givenchy sweater
That hoe ain't shit, type of bitch to set me up
Peewee in the cut with the strap and the double cups
You ain't see him!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast and I'm cookin' dope for breakfast
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast, I got Collard Greens for breakfast
[Verse 3: Peewee Longway]
In the morning, I'm still geekin'
Lickin' Miley Cyrus for breakfast, three bad bitches from the playboy mansion
I'm Peewee Longway Hefner
Got pints double sealed in my refrigerator
I pour mud up for breakfast, got a play, said he want a load of collard green
Meet me on Metropolitan at the Burger King
But not for breakfast nigga, me and Waka and Gucci just finessed a duck
Four thousand gas bags in a Bentley truck, we eat racks, that's how we get full
If you're a rat then we got the semi auto, fool boy, tuck your ice in
That shit ain't burr, san't you tell from the light
A couple make this year, 2013 I tip, tryna call my whip
Breakfast talking at the table counting up my chips
Sippin' on mud, drinking out the mug with a nigga Mrs boy I know he pissed
Lean got me drifting, so this a workin' shit, one day ain't gon' hurt you bitch
Counting up racks is my breakfast bitch
Crest got me on some "Fuck you shit"
The molly on me bitch, the lean on me bitch
Go ahead I'm with them eggs and grits!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast and I'm cookin' dope for breakfast
I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can't eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast, I got Collard Greens for breakfast