Wat I Feel
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tell me what I
She ask me what I feel?
I'm just chillin'
Like why you starin' at my watch so hard? It could fuck yo vision
And i'ma keep on gettin' money, yuh, fuck yo feelings
Free my brother out that cell, it look like he ain't winnin'
I can really get up all my money, talkin' big stacks
You claimin' that you 'bout some fuckin' bands, I think you Big-Cap
You said that you workin' 9-5s, I think you Chit-Chat
Fuckin' on yo' girl, a once I'm done, come get yo' bitch back
If you keep on talkin' shit, you can get yo shit smacked!
I be really flexin' all my 20's with them big racks
If I buy a pack of woods, I think that I might get a five-pack
Swervin' in that red eye, in that dead-eyed, this a hellcat
She ask me what I feel?
I'm just chillin'
Like why you starin' at my watch so hard? It could fuck yo vision
And i'ma keep on gettin' money, yuh, fuck yo feelings
Free my brother out that cell, it look like he ain't winnin'
I can really get up all my money, talkin' big stacks
You claimin' that you 'bout some fuckin' bands, I think you Big-Cap
You said that you workin' 9-5s, I think you Chit-Chat
Fuckin' on yo' girl, an once I'm done, come get yo' bitch back
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Tell me what I
She ask me what I feel?
I'm just chillin'
Like why you starin' at my watch so hard? It could fuck yo vision
And i'ma keep on gettin' money, yuh, fuck yo feelings
Free my brother out that cell, it look like he ain't winnin'
I can really get up all my money, talkin' big stacks
You claimin' that you 'bout some fuckin' bands, I think you Big-Cap
You said that you workin' 9-5s, I think you Chit-Chat
Fuckin' on yo' girl, a once I'm done, come get yo' bitch back
If you keep on talkin' shit, you can get yo shit smacked!
I be really flexin' all my 20's with them big racks
If I buy a pack of woods, I think that I might get a five-pack
Swervin' in that red eye, in that dead-eyed, this a hellcat
She ask me what I feel?
I'm just chillin'
Like why you starin' at my watch so hard? It could fuck yo vision
And i'ma keep on gettin' money, yuh, fuck yo feelings
Free my brother out that cell, it look like he ain't winnin'
I can really get up all my money, talkin' big stacks
You claimin' that you 'bout some fuckin' bands, I think you Big-Cap
You said that you workin' 9-5s, I think you Chit-Chat
Fuckin' on yo' girl, an once I'm done, come get yo' bitch back
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Writer(s): Nadir Woodall
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