Ya feel me

(Ya feel me?)

My main bitch, nothing like yours (ya feel me?)
Every chain that I got on that show (ya feel me?)
15K, that's on top of the door (ya feel me?)
I need the baddest lil' bitch in the north (ya feel me?)
What I paid, I'm up in the score (ya feel me?)
Put on the kit and I make it go real

I had good intentions, they switched in an instant
I'm up in your face, why you still out here with me?
She got a business, I been in before
I might bend that bitch over then hop in the rush
Whole lot of toys
Hoppin' some shit, don't even know what I'm doin'
I said some shit, don't even know what I'm on
Peanut butter seats and a coconut dome
(Left views for the one time)

This shit Givenchy, but look like some bummy shit
I done a lot, but won't say who I done it with
Up at the top and you know why I'm comin' with
Your mama bitchin', you know you the son of it
They be bankin' on me with the monies and
Baby, these is not Nikes, I'm runnin' it
They patted us down, but I promised a gun in here
I fucked her once and I bet I could fuck it

My main bitch, nothin' like yours (ya feel me?)
Every chain that I got on that shelf (ya feel me?)
15K, that's on top of the door (ya feel me?)
I need a baddest lil' bitch in the North (ya feel me?)
What I paid, I'm up in the score (ya feel me?)
Put on the kit and I make it go real (I like to dance for the one time)

Play with the box, I don't need a controller
Look under your chair, bitch, I feel like I'm open
Don't need a slut, baby, I need a soldier
I'm gettin' older, man, this world gettin' colder
Price goin' up, it's gon' do with his posters
Said I won't save her, baby, I told you
She my best cut, see, I fuck with the smokers (in the rows)

Plain, generous, basic (ya feel me?)
If you knew what it was, you would taste it (ya feel me?)
Shawty suckin' and fuckin' her neighbors (ya feel me?)
You can't really think that's a vacation (ya feel me?)
I got Balenci for every occasion (ya feel me?)
You bet it's you 'cause this shit could get dangerous (ya feel me?)
You makin' threats but don't know what I'm bangin' (ya feel me?)
I cash a check and now I'm seein' faces
S on my chest, it just mean that I'm sanctioned

I got more hits than G that I turned that bitch up like a speaker
She foreign, she just want a visa
She want the Bentleys and Beamers, but her budget high, that's IKEA
Bro, where you at when we need you?
It's cool
We gon' get up when we see you, move
I'm tryna slide in a threesome
Told her you bring her, I'll make sure she beastin'

Askin' my phone and she blockin' they numbers
She really don't know I get that when I want it
I'm workin' for real
Ten million plus and I'm signin' that deal
Don't got no service, I'm up in the hills
I know how you feel, bitch, you on your feet
Your new nigga pull up and he gettin' killed
This dope shit could buy another car, let's show it
They like what you playin', I'm playin' the field

My main bitch, not like us (ya feel me?)
Every chain that I got on that show (ya feel me?)
15K, that's on top of the door (ya feel me?)
I need a baddest lil' bitch in the north (ya feel me?)
What I paid, I'm up with the score (ya feel me?)
Put on the kit and I make it go real

(Yeah, yeah)



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Writer(s): Lance Anthony Reid
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