Feelin'myself Video (MV)

Iont know what's in my cup
(Nope)

Yea
But it got me feeling corrupt

28 grams of that pressure
Whatchu gon do
We save it all for the blunts
Roll that shut up and I light it
Puff puff
Them I'm goin pass it to bruhh

Girl I get high as I want
(Duhh)

I know when enough is enough

We ain't doin nothin basic
Whaaaaat

I love a pretty bitch
Ion never chase it

Only f*ckin wit the Aces

Countin up the faces
F*ckin different races

Iont ever wanna choose
I know this game girl I'm stickin to rule

Everything 4 $ale
Maybe even you

We could run it up
Money through the roof

Either way we gettin to the paper
They gon think niggas gotta f*ckin printer

I was still fuxkin wit microwave
Now stuffed salmon when I'm eating dinner

Nigga too kool
Cut the fan down
Woo
Slickest nigga out
Hands

They still still sayin what they wanna do

But they see me round
They'ont make a sound

I jus be feelin myself
Duhh

Cuttin up
That's a topchef

Fast money ain't stop yet

So if it look good ima cop that
Thank you

Pop a jiffy
And be high as a hippy
(Woo)
Pressure in my pocket
Singing like Whitney

My homie said he bout to get that Mercedes
I really think I could he could of got him a Bentley

I keep it commin we ain't missin a step
I ain't goin less the offer a check
Gettin to the bread, split baguette
Free my Nigga d1rty, that's for the set
Ima hol it down stick wit the plan
We gon hol it down fuxk what they sayin

Every now and then I f*ck wit perkys
Bitch you that I ain't poppin no xan
Percolating

Hell no you can come to the spot
You goin have to buy more then a gram

An tell em niggas ima pull up on em like a huggie
An wan see that cash on demand

An let em know that we gon pull up mask
Hunting for niggas
Jus like the clan

Let know we wit the shit
A pull up wit some shit
That make that boy forget what he sayin
Yea what was that

I had to tell la baby that the way she bounce that booty
Makin me forget what I'm sayin

Wiggle pop it
She gon wiggle pop it

I'll fall behind it
Let her know I ain't playin

Press up on it
I can never drop it
But you know I jus gotta feel that in my hand

If you drink it
Ima buy it
Promise I got it
My Pockets on supersayan

I jus be feelin myself
Duhh

Cuttin up
That's a top chef

Fast money ain't slowin down
So I run it up and not look back
Bye bye

Keep the pressure
Know I stay wit the sticky
(Dope)
Pop a jiffy
So you know why I'm itchy
(F*ck)
La baby say she wan be in and out
But she gon see that i havin no quickies
(Come here)

Tell em pick a side
Never play the middle

We can fuxk it up
Or we can keep it civil

Mamma told me if you chillin down by the
Swamps

Ya ga keep ya head on a swivel

We can go and meet
Or we can come and getchu

Know that nigga pussy
Get that boy some tissue

Better watch ya mouth
B4 I f*ck ya bitch
Know she wit the shit
Know she got that missile

I jus be feelin myself
(Duhh)
I jus be feelin myself
I jus be feelin myself
(Duhh)
I jus be feelin myself
Yea I jus be feelin myself

All these drugs ain't good for my health

Fly shit still top shelf

This gang shit
We iont need