Trizzy XO - Feeling Great (feat. G-baby) Lyrics

Ohh
Yeah, yeah
I just poured up me an 8
That shit got me feeling great
Uh, that bitch she counting my cake
Uh, I'm stashing money away
Yeah, tell me what you be on
And she got on Saint Laurent
And I'm like "damn that bitch bad I gotta get me some" (uh huh!)
Aye but hold up, I just want you for the night
I'm tryna f*ck we ain't gonna fight
I dive in that pussy I'm drowning all night
I know yo mans at home but it's alright
All this drank it got me leaning, f*ck I can't stand up
Sliding to the mall damn I almost spent a dub
But it's alright I'm cool
Uh, shawty what you tryna do?
Uh, we can go fly outta state
Yeah, we can go hop in a pool
Yeah, f*cking these ho's nothing new
Uh, tryna see wassup with you
Uh, pop me a perc' maybe two
Yeah, used to trap those up in school
All this wock' wock' got me dreaming
Damn I been slumped all day
Lil bro talkin 'bout chops we can take 'em out and play
I leave him dead, he gone!
Thought shit was sweet? You wrong!
Yo bitch she f*cking to my song
Damn like shawty won't leave me alone
(Whooo, whooo)
Damn like shawty won't leave me alone
Yo bitch she f*cking to my song
Yo bitch she f*cking to my song
Damn like shawty won't leave me alone
Yeah, yeah
I just poured up me an 8
That shit got me feeling great
Uh, that bitch she counting my cake
Uh, I'm stashing money away
Yeah, tell me what you be on
And she got on Saint Laurent
And I'm like "damn that bitch bad I gotta get me some" (uh huh!)
AR-15 on me that bitch came with a scope
Don't call them boys criminals, no that's my folks
When I bust my nut then it's your time to go
I got Prada on me, hope she proud of me
Billionaire boys yeah that's my favorite tee
Ain't worried 'bout nothing this tray eight on me
Cost a pretty penny no fake shit on me
I got dope in my veins I can't even see
If you want what I got then it's 20 a piece
Lost track of my dose popped like 20 RP's
Mixing it up my cash dirty and clean
I hit the road then I'm serving them feigns
(Servin', swervin')
I hit the road then I'm serving them feigns (feigns!)
I been moving slow-mo
My brain going robo
My bitch going loco
I got hella dope
Stashed up in my sock next to my Jordan 4's
Shawty let me know if you tryna roll
Move it back and forth she swingin' like a metronome
She swingin', she swingin', she swingin'!
I tell that I love her but my words ain't got no meaning
(My words ain't got no meaning)
Yeah, I just poured up me an 8
That shit got me feeling great
Uh, that bitch she counting my cake
Uh, I'm stashing money away
Yeah, tell me what you be on
And she got on Saint Laurent
And I'm like "damn that bitch bad I gotta get me some" (uh huh!)