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Ya Feel Me

Ya Feel Me

(album: Yellow Tape 2 - 2021)

(BandPlay)
Uh, ayy

Money coming, money going
Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rocking Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Count guap, it got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Yeah)
I got money running through my pores
Yeah I'm up, but I want some more
Yeah I'm up, check the scoreboard, I get money like it was a chore (Lil' bitch)

I got voices in my head, keep on saying "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock Wock in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings (Ya feel me?)

I been getting so much money, don't know what to do with it
I been counting so much money my head just start spinning
And speaking of spinning, my young nigga just did it
No cap, I'm balling out, they like "Glock, you wicked"
I been sipping so much Wock, like motherfuck my kidneys
I just pulled up in a yellow schoolbus, but no kids in it
Courtside on the floor, sipping on a four, watching the Grizzlies

Money coming, money going, got rich off of streams and touring
Yeah, balling like the Final Four, got bitches tryna make a porn
Ex bitch talking 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest
Think about money when I yawn, yeah, it's on my mind every morning (Bitch)

I jump up out the bed, getting to the bread, middle fingers to the feds (Yuh)
Pay you in the red, choppas on your head, now a nigga is (Shh)
I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? Niggas know I ain't playing (Yuh)
I'm already playing with her bag, I ain't playing 'round with them (Nigga)
I barely trust my fam', nigga, I pull up they're like "Damn," nigga
Hundred racks on a Ram, nigga, in the choppa with a hundred rounds, nigga
Yeah the choppa little but it sound bigger, these nigga hoes just sound killa
Can't get to stepping like Pam, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Money coming, money going
Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rocking Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Count guap, it got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Lil' bitch)

I got voices in my head, keep on saying "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock Wock all in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings (Ya feel me?)

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