Ya Feel Me Lyrics – Key Glock
Singer: Key Glock
Title: Ya Feel Me
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Money comin’, money goin’
b#tches’ b#tches, hoes is hoein’
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]
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin’ “Boy, let’s get it”
I got b#tches on my dick, and I got n—-s in my business
I got Wock Wock in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin’s
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings [Ya feel me?]
I been gettin’ so much monеy, don’t know what to do with it
I been countin’ so much money my head just start spinnin’
And speakin’ of spinnin’, my young n—- just did it
No cap, I’m ballin’ out, thеy 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
Money comin’, money goin’, got rich off of streams and tourin’
Yeah, ballin’ like the Final Four, got b#tches tryna make a p#rn
Ex b#tch talkin’ ’bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest
Think about money when I yawn, yeah, some of mine every mornin’ [b#tch]
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—- is [Shh
I ain’t gotta say it, why would I say it? N—-s know I ain’t playin’ [Yuh
I’m already playin’ with her bag, I ain’t playin’ ’round with them [n—-
I barely trust my fam’, n—-, I pull up they’re like “Damn,” n—-
Hundred racks on a Ram, n—-, in the choppa with a hundred rams, n—-
Yeah the choppa little but it sound bigger, these n—- hoes just sound killa
Can’t get to steppin’ like Pam, n—- [Yeah, yeah, yeah]
Money comin’, money goin’
b#tches’ b#tches, hoes is hoein’
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]
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin’ “Boy, let’s get it”
I got b#tches on my dick, and I got n—-s in my business
I got Wock Wock all in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin’s
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings [Ya feel me?]
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