Feelin' Like

[Intro: from "Super Fly"] "Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head" [Verse 1] Like a nigga selling dope Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope They waiting to see me fail, I’m waiting on this boat Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go Dress like I really didn't have no plans Light Rolex, maybe a chain, t-shirt, sweatpants Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her But she made it shake and I ain’t even have to pay her And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers Me, I’m under the sun, sports car racing Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit [Hook] Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door And I’m rolling up smoke everywhere I be Feeling like I can have any bitch I want Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me Yeah, yeah Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door And I’m rolling up smoke everywhere I be [Verse 2] Wake up, thank the man I’m still alive Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I’ma drive Backing out my driveway, automatic gates Couple automatic assassins securing my estate I don’t know what I done, niggas mad at me I bought a couple nice things, thought you’ll be happy But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me You wanna die cause your girl tryna get at me Nigga stop, it’s a world full of money You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it Mega grind several times I was told I would be next to shine Until I said fuck it and I snatched mine [Hook] [Verse 3] When the club letting out I’ma pass in front You all in your girl’s face hoping she don’t see Pimpin', you can’t police her, she gon' do what she want Love just wanna fuck and smoke some good ass weed She in the beater, nothing else, cleaning my bathroom I’m syncing my iPhone to show on my tv Ain't even all the way on, niggas ain’t even seen Nothing yet, Jet threat, fools, you hear me Talking top Corvette, ZR1 top speed It’s a check at the finish line every dime I need Every dime don’t spend, hounds them hoes be Out to get them so firstly I get me [Hook] [Outro] Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door And I’m rolling up smoke everywhere I be Feeling like I can have every bitch I want Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me When the club letting out I’ma pass in front You all in your girl’s face hoping she don’t see