Feel Good
Oooh, what's them red bottoms
Dang bae you lookin bossy in them red bottoms
Backshots for so long you gotta red bottom
Gone always have it if you don't cause yo man got it
Bet not ever doubt it, now take off them clothes
I'm the Belaire Bully bae I'm off the Rose
Keep the hills on dance for me hit a pose
You keep sayin I'm the best That's what you gotta know
Yeah, hunneds onna bed havin rich sex
Foreplay for a minute, I never had you this wet
Friends see you wit a new bag like how you get that
Yo heart was broken when I found you said I had to fix that
Tryna put you in piguets for the time you can't get back
When I was stacking cheese you would help a nigga flip that
Looking edible so imma French kiss where yo lips at
And give you backshots, while I'm holding where yo hips at
Dang you real bossy and you bad
Do it feel good to have a nigga flossin witta bag
It feel good to have girl flossin witta bag
Let you tear the stores down while I'm holding all the bags
Yeah you know how I'm coming
I know it feel good when you let me in yo stomach
You know it feel good to ride a nigga wit some money
Then I feed you wit champagne and lobster in yo tummy
Dang, you uppin five gs
Ain't gone lie you make me cum quicker than five g
You told me we sticking together like we Siamese
And if I ever play, you know just where to find me
Dang, you can't find me if we never get lost
You was here when I loss, still here when Imma boss
Kept me true when I was lying thru my teeth, so we gone floss
Life good, as long as we a pair rick Ross
Yeah forget them otha lames
You used to remember yo ex now he wassaname
An if we ever fell out you ain't gone touch a lame
Now you rollin woods you don't wanna touch a game
Nah, you just wanna stack and be nasty
Screaming my name now yo voice soundin raspy
My love for you real lil baby I can't mask it
Got pape in yo purse an I maxed out the plastic
Dang you real bossy and you bad
Do it feel good to have a nigga flossin witta bag
It feel good to have girl flossin witta bag
Let you tear the stores down while I'm holding all the bags
Yeah you know how I'm coming
I know it feel good when you let me in yo stomach
You know it feel good to ride a nigga wit some money
Then I feed you wit champagne and lobster in yo tummy
Dang bae you lookin bossy in them red bottoms
Backshots for so long you gotta red bottom
Gone always have it if you don't cause yo man got it
Bet not ever doubt it, now take off them clothes
I'm the Belaire Bully bae I'm off the Rose
Keep the hills on dance for me hit a pose
You keep sayin I'm the best That's what you gotta know
Yeah, hunneds onna bed havin rich sex
Foreplay for a minute, I never had you this wet
Friends see you wit a new bag like how you get that
Yo heart was broken when I found you said I had to fix that
Tryna put you in piguets for the time you can't get back
When I was stacking cheese you would help a nigga flip that
Looking edible so imma French kiss where yo lips at
And give you backshots, while I'm holding where yo hips at
Dang you real bossy and you bad
Do it feel good to have a nigga flossin witta bag
It feel good to have girl flossin witta bag
Let you tear the stores down while I'm holding all the bags
Yeah you know how I'm coming
I know it feel good when you let me in yo stomach
You know it feel good to ride a nigga wit some money
Then I feed you wit champagne and lobster in yo tummy
Dang, you uppin five gs
Ain't gone lie you make me cum quicker than five g
You told me we sticking together like we Siamese
And if I ever play, you know just where to find me
Dang, you can't find me if we never get lost
You was here when I loss, still here when Imma boss
Kept me true when I was lying thru my teeth, so we gone floss
Life good, as long as we a pair rick Ross
Yeah forget them otha lames
You used to remember yo ex now he wassaname
An if we ever fell out you ain't gone touch a lame
Now you rollin woods you don't wanna touch a game
Nah, you just wanna stack and be nasty
Screaming my name now yo voice soundin raspy
My love for you real lil baby I can't mask it
Got pape in yo purse an I maxed out the plastic
Dang you real bossy and you bad
Do it feel good to have a nigga flossin witta bag
It feel good to have girl flossin witta bag
Let you tear the stores down while I'm holding all the bags
Yeah you know how I'm coming
I know it feel good when you let me in yo stomach
You know it feel good to ride a nigga wit some money
Then I feed you wit champagne and lobster in yo tummy
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Writer(s): Justin Ford
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