You Feel Me

I get two a bag (you feel me)
 Riches from rags (you feel me)
 Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
 I keep me a band (you feel me)
 Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
 We come from the humble (you feel me)
 We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
 We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
 I get two a bag (you feel me)
 Riches from rags (you feel me)
 Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
 Keep me a band (you feel me)
 Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
 We come from the humble (you feel me)
 We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
 We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
 Scrapers and go-karts
 Movin' work like Ozark
 We ain't know about Goyard?
 Why you think we go hard?
 We come from the land of the pimps, gift of the gab, legends this year
 Never abandon the ship, we tit for a tat, it's levels to this
 These chicks be choosin'
 From their high-feed movement
 Lot of clowns with money
 Girl I ain't no goofy
 I swear my life a movie
 Got no children in Juvie
 Talkin' out your neck though, you gon' lose your coofie
 Put some respect on the set, I only do Bentley's and jets
 Prez need a rollie, I'll do the protect
 Been in the shit, I'm really a vet
 Fight in the mud just to get me a check
 But in the tears, trippy to sweat
 Never could fear, beast in the flesh
 I'll grill 'em with beer, meat in the dress
 George of the jungle, I swing with finesse
 (You feel me)
 Riches from rags (you feel me)
 Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
 I keep me a band (you feel me)
 Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
 We come from the humble (you feel me)
 We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
 We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
 I get two a bag (you feel me)
 Riches from rags (you feel me)
 Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
 Keep me a band (you feel me)
 Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
 We come from the humble (you feel me)
 We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
 We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
 Ay, bag it up and then move it, quick with the movements
 If she ain't salutin' then you ain't a real one
 I grabbed a duffle bag and had it filled up
 I put her all night and I'm still up
 I'll fuck the quarter, run it half a milla, niggas just livin'
 Why is your wifery all in my business
 They wanna kill us for calling 'em snitches
 I seen the paper, you talked to them bitches
 Look at my partner, he in the kitchen
 That nigga twistin' and whippin'
 He tryna whip him a Bentley
 They throw him a medallion's fifty
 Imagine the pussy he'd get me
 I sip till I'm busy, you feel me?
 I'm fucking this bitch, he gon' kill me
 I be in the streets with his children
 I'm banging the beast with the billies
 Ay, I sent the hooker to Philly
 ASAP nigga you know the drill
 Shoutout to Dame D.O.L.L.A 'cause that nigga hit me
 He got one, let's get it
 Shoutout to Dame D.O.L.L.A, 'cause that nigga hear me
 He got one, let's get it
 I get two a bag (you feel me)
 Riches from rags (you feel me)
 Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
 I keep me a band (you feel me)
 Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
 We come from the humble (you feel me)
 We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
 We get it, no fumble (you feel me)
 I get two a bag (you feel me)
 Riches from rags (you feel me)
 Bentleys from cash (you feel me)
 Keep me a band (you feel me)
 Don't know about the jungle (you feel me)
 We come from the humble (you feel me)
 We flip with no tumble (you feel me)
 We get it, no fumble (you feel me)