Feeling Crazy
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' crazy
10K don't even amaze me
But the bag comin' quick this shit crazy
See me fuck this shit up like I'm tay Keith
See me pop out on top like I'm Jay-Z
Pay to win, drinkin' liquor like MLG
Workin' overtime like there be ten of me
Pickin' the Money Route I gotta go all out
I gotta keep it buck
Cuff her, I might just cuff her up
But Shorty don't slow me down
Don't tell me to rest
Goin' broke again', like this shit a test
Why go for number two, better be the best
Til the day I die, I don't gotta rest
If you wanna get cash, say it with your chest
Millions on my mind, cannot settle for less
I could never Chicken out
Rather cut my legs off
I don't do this for the clout
Thinkin' about what's next up
Call me on the line, don't text me
Been gone for too long she wanna sex me
Using my fingers count my blessings
If said it out loud then I meant it
Chef is on the road, goin' fast on the bike
Double up my dough, you on the gram for the likes
Chipped in betting all my money on red
Not in the casino, on myself I gotta bet
In the gym, pushin' kilo's every day
Pickin' up the coins, get everything on the way
If you don't work with me then you just in the way
Bust a nut, cause my gyal lookin' like Mae Mae
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' crazy
10K don't even amaze me
But the bag comin' quick this shit crazy
See me fuck this shit up like I'm tay Keith
See me pop out on top like I'm Jay-Z
Pay to win, drinkin' liquor like MLG
Workin' overtime like there be ten of me
Pickin' the Money Route I gotta go all out
You better work til you burnout
better learn now
How much do I earn now?
Not enough to retire my family
So I gotta run up, and run up and go
Tunnel vision, when I'm in the zone
And I pray to G.o.d. that I don't get comfy
Chasing anything else, but dough
I'm in the coast
Driving 40 in a 50 zone
Doing laps round and Cruising around my town
Thinking' bout my next move
I been steady off the booze
The clock is running, why snooze?
I wanna make a millie real quick
But I be biding time, I cannot be a fool
Counting my blessing, and the losses
Cause the loss, be part of the process
When I check in, to my bank account
Seeing money move like a open faucet
First thing in the morning, moving the weight
Cause I gotta stay in shape
Second thing is to negotiate
To close a deal everyday
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' crazy
10K don't even amaze me
But the bag comin' quick this shit crazy
See me fuck this shit up like I'm tay Keith
Heb haast als ik kom met die trinna van Spits
Scotoe in zicht dus we losen gewicht
Laag in de whip heb een gunnoe op hip
Zoeken die optie geef drop en ik rip
Stunt niet op me als ik sta in die VIP
Pak die batra en ik smack het op lip
Nuchter als we blazen, denk niet dat ik trip
Henny dooft pijn dus ik neem weer een sip
Geen mascotte, ze geven me tip
We zoeken die stash en ik kom in die crib
Burner tellie, dus weg met die chip
Op tijd dus je weet ik ben stipt
Voel me kapper voor dit ben ik geknipt
Ik lig laag als ik kom in die whip
Eten op weg, ik stop voor wat kip
Geen mes op heup, saus wat ik dip
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' crazy
10K don't even amaze me
But the bag comin' quick this shit crazy
See me fuck this shit up like I'm tay Keith
See me pop out on top like I'm Jay-Z
Pay to win, drinkin' liquor like MLG
Workin' overtime like there be ten of me
Pickin' the Money Route I gotta go all out
10K don't even amaze me
But the bag comin' quick this shit crazy
See me fuck this shit up like I'm tay Keith
See me pop out on top like I'm Jay-Z
Pay to win, drinkin' liquor like MLG
Workin' overtime like there be ten of me
Pickin' the Money Route I gotta go all out
I gotta keep it buck
Cuff her, I might just cuff her up
But Shorty don't slow me down
Don't tell me to rest
Goin' broke again', like this shit a test
Why go for number two, better be the best
Til the day I die, I don't gotta rest
If you wanna get cash, say it with your chest
Millions on my mind, cannot settle for less
I could never Chicken out
Rather cut my legs off
I don't do this for the clout
Thinkin' about what's next up
Call me on the line, don't text me
Been gone for too long she wanna sex me
Using my fingers count my blessings
If said it out loud then I meant it
Chef is on the road, goin' fast on the bike
Double up my dough, you on the gram for the likes
Chipped in betting all my money on red
Not in the casino, on myself I gotta bet
In the gym, pushin' kilo's every day
Pickin' up the coins, get everything on the way
If you don't work with me then you just in the way
Bust a nut, cause my gyal lookin' like Mae Mae
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' crazy
10K don't even amaze me
But the bag comin' quick this shit crazy
See me fuck this shit up like I'm tay Keith
See me pop out on top like I'm Jay-Z
Pay to win, drinkin' liquor like MLG
Workin' overtime like there be ten of me
Pickin' the Money Route I gotta go all out
You better work til you burnout
better learn now
How much do I earn now?
Not enough to retire my family
So I gotta run up, and run up and go
Tunnel vision, when I'm in the zone
And I pray to G.o.d. that I don't get comfy
Chasing anything else, but dough
I'm in the coast
Driving 40 in a 50 zone
Doing laps round and Cruising around my town
Thinking' bout my next move
I been steady off the booze
The clock is running, why snooze?
I wanna make a millie real quick
But I be biding time, I cannot be a fool
Counting my blessing, and the losses
Cause the loss, be part of the process
When I check in, to my bank account
Seeing money move like a open faucet
First thing in the morning, moving the weight
Cause I gotta stay in shape
Second thing is to negotiate
To close a deal everyday
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' crazy
10K don't even amaze me
But the bag comin' quick this shit crazy
See me fuck this shit up like I'm tay Keith
Heb haast als ik kom met die trinna van Spits
Scotoe in zicht dus we losen gewicht
Laag in de whip heb een gunnoe op hip
Zoeken die optie geef drop en ik rip
Stunt niet op me als ik sta in die VIP
Pak die batra en ik smack het op lip
Nuchter als we blazen, denk niet dat ik trip
Henny dooft pijn dus ik neem weer een sip
Geen mascotte, ze geven me tip
We zoeken die stash en ik kom in die crib
Burner tellie, dus weg met die chip
Op tijd dus je weet ik ben stipt
Voel me kapper voor dit ben ik geknipt
Ik lig laag als ik kom in die whip
Eten op weg, ik stop voor wat kip
Geen mes op heup, saus wat ik dip
I'm feelin', I'm feelin' crazy
10K don't even amaze me
But the bag comin' quick this shit crazy
See me fuck this shit up like I'm tay Keith
See me pop out on top like I'm Jay-Z
Pay to win, drinkin' liquor like MLG
Workin' overtime like there be ten of me
Pickin' the Money Route I gotta go all out
Credits
Writer(s): Philip Pols
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