Ya Feel Me lyrics

[Intro]
(BandPlay)
Uh, ayy

[Chorus 1]
Money comin', money goin'
b*tches, b*tches, hoes, hoes
South Memphis n*gga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' 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 runnin' 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' b*tch)

[Post-Chorus]
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got b*tches on my di*k, and I got n*ggas in my business
I got Wock Wock in my kidneys and I p*ss all on your feelin's
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no cеilings (Ya feel me?)

[Verse 1]
I been gettin' so much money, don't know what to do with it
I been countin' so much monеy my head just start spinnin'
And speakin' of spinnin', my young n*gga just did it
No cap, I'm ballin' out, they like "Glock, you wicked"
I been sippin' so much Wock, like motherf*ck my kidneys
I just pulled up in a yellow schoolbus, but no kids in it
Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies
[Bridge]
Money comin', money goin', got rich off of streams and tourin'
Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four, got b*tches tryna make a porn
Ex b*tch talkin' 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest
Think about money when I yawn, yeah, its on my mind every mornin' (b*tch)

[Verse 2]
I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread, middle fingers to the feds (Yuh)
Pay you in the red, choppas on your head, now a n*gga is (Shh)
I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? n*ggas know I ain't playin' (Yuh)
I'm already playin' with her bag, I ain't playin' 'round with them (n*gga)
I barely trust my fam', n*gga, I pull up they're like "Damn," n*gga
Hundred racks on a Ram, n*gga, in the choppa with a hundred rounds, n*gga
Yeah the choppa little but it sound bigger, these n*gga hoes just sound killa
Can't get to steppin' like Pam, n*gga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus 2]
Money comin', money goin'
b*tches, b*tches, hoes, hoes
South Memphis n*gga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Count guap, it got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Lil' b*tch)

[Post-Chorus]
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got b*tches on my di*k, and I got n*ggas in my business
I got Wock Wock all in my kidneys and I p*ss all on your feelin's
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings (Ya feel me?)