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I Know You Feel Me
Baby Money
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What the fuck y'all do to him?
Every symbol on his face is he got stomped in Louis Tims
You can make a Hall of Fame team, I bet you lose again
I just gave lil' bro a heat check, pull up and shoot again
See me hop out like who he is, without a doubt, I'm truly him
We been on them boys' block so much, we think 'bout moving in
Before you play, just know this water deep, bro, grab your scuba gear
He took a wild shot and fouled him, but it's cool, we hooping then
Too many times they talk behind my
Back, feel like they crossed me over
And now I'm traveling on a double date at Bossa Nova
We take the charges, we get free, carry the bag, we getting closer
Yeah, I fuck, but when I see her out in public, I don't know her
I know you feel me, bankroll tied up, I know you feel me (I feel that)
I got both pockets stuffed, I know you feel me (I feel that)
So many hoes I'm tryna fuck, I know you feel me (I feel that)
I'm 'bout to pour another cup, I know you feel me (I feel that)
I know you feel me (I feel that), I know you feel me (I feel that)
Super up, black truck, I know you feel me (I feel that)
Black heels, black clutch, I know you feel me (I feel that)
And her nails still locked up, I know you feel me
Jump in my bag and zip it up, bitch, I might suffocate (chill out)
And shout out to them pussy niggas 'cause they love to hate
We really street (what's cracking?), who real as me?
Think I can flip a thousand pills a week
Detroit hoodlum, but my jacket came from Italy (how you feeling?)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
This the type of money make a bitch
Fuck me first night (know what I mean?)
Stack cheese, fuck bad bitches, it's my birthright
Text her, come in last night, she
Jumped on the first flight (and I did)
Bitch, I'm really rich as fuck, ain't nobody lit as us
She stayed down when I was broke, she want her ass, I lift it up
You ain't gon' make it out that hearse, these niggas casted, getting stuck
They gon' say it came from us, so why we mask these niggas up?
'Cause they ain't killing how we killing, they ain't living how we living
Pop my mans, I drop they mans, got niggas feeling how we feeling
You know the price a little high when it's a nigga in the middle
Pop Percs to hide the pain, but it's fucking
With my mental, this money (how I feel about it)
Bankroll tied up, I know you feel me (I feel that)
I got both pockets stuffed, I know you feel me (I feel that)
So many hoes I'm tryna fuck, I know you feel me (I feel that)
I'm 'bout to pour another cup, I know you feel me (I feel that)
I know you feel me (I feel that), I know you feel me (I feel that)
Super up, black truck, I know you feel me (I feel that)
Black heels, black clutch, I know you feel me (I feel that)
And her nails still locked up, I know you feel me (I feel that)