Feel Like It
I'm on go so I can't sleep
Won't do nothing if it ain't money 'bout it
Play my role, I ain't no sheep
How I'm gon' wake up with a hundred thousand
Yeah, put the planet on honey, fuck the world
That's how I'm coming 'bout it
Fuck friends, get money
Family there, them niggas got way too crowded
If I tell you to go then be paying attention
Ain't no reason for missing these missions
Missing bread while you missing them bitches
Nigga tripping, he ain't wanna listen
I just mastered the Dodge, I'ma whip it
Put a hole in his head, make him fidget
All that smoke hit his brain like a whippet
Throwing bread at his head like a pigeon
I don't need no ouija boards to talk to the dead
And I get greedy more for the things that's coming ahead, yeah
Gun on my side, it ain't nothing to show
Really hoping ain't having to blow
Niggas change when you happen to glow
Don't like nobody, should've been Glo
Game plan, roll with the Raws and some Henny
Been fuck a copper ain't talking no pennies
You fuck with a dog, you get trapped like you Demi
You been drew the line when I pulled out a semi
Bucks, I get plenty, ain't wishing, no Timmy
Whole pill keep me up, I'ma break it to mini
Still in the cut, I'ma leave for a milli
When I hit the top I'ma see if they feel me
I can't figure out what these niggas bitching 'bout
Fucked up on they vision, now they scared to take a different route
Tryna give you game but it's still shit they gotta figure out
I don't trip, I see the ups and downs and think I get it now
I'm on go so I can't sleep
Won't do nothing if it ain't money 'bout it
Play my role, I ain't no sheep
How I'm gon' wake up with a hundred thousand
Yeah, put the planet on honey, fuck the world
That's how I'm coming 'bout it
Fuck friends, get money
Family there, them niggas got way too crowded
If I tell you to go then be paying attention
Ain't no reason for missing these missions
Missing bread while you missing them bitches
Nigga tripping, he ain't wanna listen
I just mastered the Dodge, I'ma whip it
Put a hole in his head, make him fidget
All that smoke hit his brain like a whippet
Throwing bread at his head like a pigeon
Won't do nothing if it ain't money 'bout it
Play my role, I ain't no sheep
How I'm gon' wake up with a hundred thousand
Yeah, put the planet on honey, fuck the world
That's how I'm coming 'bout it
Fuck friends, get money
Family there, them niggas got way too crowded
If I tell you to go then be paying attention
Ain't no reason for missing these missions
Missing bread while you missing them bitches
Nigga tripping, he ain't wanna listen
I just mastered the Dodge, I'ma whip it
Put a hole in his head, make him fidget
All that smoke hit his brain like a whippet
Throwing bread at his head like a pigeon
I don't need no ouija boards to talk to the dead
And I get greedy more for the things that's coming ahead, yeah
Gun on my side, it ain't nothing to show
Really hoping ain't having to blow
Niggas change when you happen to glow
Don't like nobody, should've been Glo
Game plan, roll with the Raws and some Henny
Been fuck a copper ain't talking no pennies
You fuck with a dog, you get trapped like you Demi
You been drew the line when I pulled out a semi
Bucks, I get plenty, ain't wishing, no Timmy
Whole pill keep me up, I'ma break it to mini
Still in the cut, I'ma leave for a milli
When I hit the top I'ma see if they feel me
I can't figure out what these niggas bitching 'bout
Fucked up on they vision, now they scared to take a different route
Tryna give you game but it's still shit they gotta figure out
I don't trip, I see the ups and downs and think I get it now
I'm on go so I can't sleep
Won't do nothing if it ain't money 'bout it
Play my role, I ain't no sheep
How I'm gon' wake up with a hundred thousand
Yeah, put the planet on honey, fuck the world
That's how I'm coming 'bout it
Fuck friends, get money
Family there, them niggas got way too crowded
If I tell you to go then be paying attention
Ain't no reason for missing these missions
Missing bread while you missing them bitches
Nigga tripping, he ain't wanna listen
I just mastered the Dodge, I'ma whip it
Put a hole in his head, make him fidget
All that smoke hit his brain like a whippet
Throwing bread at his head like a pigeon
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Writer(s): Warrick Dawsey
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