FEELIN' GREAT

Yeah, yeah

I just poured up me an 8
That shit got me feelin' great
Uh, that bitch she counting my cake
I'm stashing money away

Yeah, tell me whatchu be on
And she got on Saint Laurent
And I'm like damn that bitch bad I gotta get me some (uh huh!)

Aye but hold up, I just want you for the night
I'm tryna fuck we ain't gonna fight
I dive in that pussy I'm drowning all night, I know your mans at home but it's alright

All this drank it got me leaning fuck I can't stand up
Sliding to the mall damn I almost spent a dub

But it's alright I'm cool, uh shawty whatchu tryna do
Uh, we can go fly outta state
Yeah we can go hop in a pool

Yeah fucking these ho's nothin' new
Uh, tryna see wassup with you
Uh, pop me a perc maybe two
Yeah used to sell those up in school

All this wok wok got me dreaming damn I been slumped all day
Lil bro talmbout chops we can take 'em out and play

I leave him dead, he gone!
Thought shit was sweet? You wrong!
Yo' bitch she fucking to my song
Damn like shawty won't leave me alone

Whoo, whoo

Damn like shawty won't leave me alone! Yo' bitch she fucking to my song
Yo' bitch she fucking to my song, damn like shawty won't leave me alone!

Yeah, I just poured up me an 8
That shit got me feelin' great
Uh, that bitch she counting my cake
I'm stashing money away

Yeah, tell me whatchu be on
And she got on Saint Laurent
And I'm like damn that bitch bad I gotta get me some (uh huh!)

AR-15 on me that bitch came with a scope
Don't call them boys criminals no that's my folks
When I bust my nut then it's your time to go
I got Prada on me, hope she proud of me

Billionaire boys yeah that's my favorite tee, ain't worried bout nothin this trey 8 on me
Cost a pretty penny no fake shit on me
I got dope in my veins I can't even see

If you want what I got then it's 20 a piece, lost track of my dose popped like 20 RP's
Mixin' it up my cash dirty and clean
I hit the road then I'm servin them fiends

(Servin', swervin')
I hit the road then I'm servin them fiends (fiends!)

I been movin' slow-mo, my brain goin' robo
My bitch goin' loco
I got hella dope
Stashed up in my sock next to my jordan 4's

Shawty let me know if you tryna roll
Move it back and forth she swingin' like a metronome
Swingin' she swingin' she swingin'!

I tell her that I love her but my words ain't got no meanin'
(My words ain't got no meanin')

Yeah, I just poured up me an 8
That shit got me feelin' great
Uh, that bitch she counting my cake
I'm stashing money away

Yeah tell me whatchu be on
And she got on Saint Laurent
And I'm like damn that bitch bad I gotta get me some (uh huh!)