Feeling

(Oh)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Oh)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)

(Oh)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)

Don't need distractions in my life
I gotta get that bag
Steady cashing out
Buying brand new swag

Better show me love right now
I could be gone in a flash
Did too much for ya
That's why I'm dwelling on the past

And you expect me to forget that shit
Well, well, you shoulda never did that shit (Yea)
Shoulda never lied, shoulda admit it (Yea)
You wanna entertain, I'm not having it

No no
No no
No no
Can't fuck with that bitch, that's my old hoe

Old hoe
Old hoe
Old news (Yea)
I just want big racks and some new jewels

Don't know how I'm feeling
Niggas know I am the realest
Don't want a bitch that don't listen
Gotta take risks cause I'm on a mission

Can't trust nobody, be ready to blick
I walk around with that black thing on my hip
I put a red beam right under that shit
When you get a bag, you fumble that shit

One day, they gon know my name
One day, they gonna understand my pain
One day, I'm really gonna gain
One day, one day (Yea, yea)

(Oh)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Oh)
(Yea, yea, yea)

(Oh, oh)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
(Johnny)