Omelly - Had to Hustle

What a Feeling

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Gettin' guap, what a feelin' (What a feelin')

Count it up, I'm chillin' (I'm chillin')
Niggas broke, they grillin' (You lookin' at?)
Fuck the thousands, I'm chasin' a million (Uh)
I'm tryna run like chameleons
Knockin' the feds out they buildin' (Get out)
They tryna lock us in prison, yeah
I'm tryna feed my children
I'm tryna run like chameleons

Knockin' the feds out they buildin' (Get out)
They tryna lock us in prison, yeah
I'm tryna feed my children, yeah

I'm in the trenches with crack on me (Uh huh)
Not to mention got a strap on me (Strap)
Four probably catchin' every sale
I know they want me sittin' in a cell (I know it)
Hold it down, I'll never tell (Never)
Stack paper, pay my own bail (My own)
I see you pullin' out your little money (I see you)
That ain't even no lawyer money
My baby mama gettin' on my nerves

Fuck her, I'ma give my daughter money
You rats'll never get served from me
No pounds or no birds from me (Nope)
Fuck twelves and the feds, nigga (Fuck 'em)
They'll never get a word from me (Never)
Run up for less when my rent due
Fuck the law, I'ma swerve on 'em (Skrt, skrt)

Gettin' guap, what a feelin' (What a feelin')
Count it up, I'm chillin' (I'm chillin')

Niggas broke, they grillin' (You lookin' at?)
Fuck the thousands, I'm chasin' a million (Uh)
I'm tryna run like chameleons
Knockin' the feds out they buildin' (Get out)
They tryna lock us in prison, yeah
I'm tryna feed my children
I'm tryna run like chameleons
Knockin' the feds out they buildin' (Get out)
They tryna lock us in prison, yeah
I'm tryna feed my children, yeah

You gotta stay low when you gettin' money (Low)

Let 'em creep on you, man, that shit ain't funny (Nah)
I'm in the kitchen, I'm goin' to (Whip it up)
I'm on a mission for the fam (The fam)
Trap pot don't stand no chance
But this Glock make you dance (Buck, buck)
Niggas get murdered every day (Every day)
Don't make me nervous, I'ma spray (B-r-r-r, b-r-r-r)
I'm hittin' whoever in my way (Whoever)
I'm pitchin' and grindin' every way (Every way)
I'm chasin' them commas every day (Every day)
Went straight to the top 'fore our haters (To the top)
Niggas get rocked tryna play us (Buck)
I'm never gonna stop gettin' paper (Nah)
We know they watchin', aw man
Just don't know when they comin', aw man

Gettin' guap, what a feelin' (What a feelin')
Count it up, I'm chillin' (I'm chillin')
Niggas broke, they grillin' (You lookin' at?)
Fuck the thousands, I'm chasin' a million (Uh)
I'm tryna run like chameleons
Knockin' the feds out they buildin' (Get out)
They tryna lock us in prison, yeah
I'm tryna feed my children
I'm tryna run like chameleons
Knockin' the feds out they buildin' (Get out)
They tryna lock us in prison, yeah
I'm tryna feed my children, yeah

Credits
Writer(s): Lance Alan Miller, Paul Cunningham
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