Feel Me lyrics

[Intro]
Can you feel me? Can you feel me?
Can you feel me?
Do you feel me?
Do you feel me?

[Verse]
I signed them papers I was working for
Now that's that paper that I’m working for
Getting paper I been working for
Pay for sh*t that now I could afford
I look at Louis like it's Michael Kors
PYT like my name was Kourt
Put in work before I go to court
Got them singin' like Melii in the studio all night
Yeah my money tight, gotta get my momma right and
I was always writin’
See me lit and now these n*ggas feel enlightened
Fell off, but I came up like a vikin'
Anything I spit on, man, they like it
When they say they don't, you catch 'em bitin'
They heard me spittin', said, "b*tch you gon' make it"
Thank God I was impatient, goin' hard, no hesitation
n*ggas laughed when I told them about my occupation
Saw me go through hell, I don’t dwell
Now I think we should wish them well
Turnin’ down them offers like my name was Dave Chapelle
Rap about my pus*y and I swear that music sells
Holdin' down them n*ggas that will pray for me to fail
Ride me for your benefit, no, that sh*t don’t make you real
Change up all your ways, but you keep that ass away
Bring no opps to where I lay
Why is it that b*tches always got somethin' to say?
Why is it they try to clean up when the mess is made?
b*tch, I got the juice and slurp it up, no Minute Maid
Otay, otay
Say you makin' moves but I can see you a mile away
Saw that freestyle radio sh*t was trash and a bit cliché
Heard a couple stories that don't match all that sh*t you claim
I’ma pop a bottle, went from H&M a to' lo caro
Twenty y le compre ma' un carro
Ella la razón por lo que hago
c*mplo su deseo como un mago
Mami quit that job y date un trajo
I never glitch
Chameleon, swear that I'm a different b*tch
Hop on any beat, heard that sh*t can make you rich
Pop in any genre, got that sh*t that make you sick
Plus my voice is lit, ain't no b*tch could match my pitch
Baby, hate me, I'm wavy, a lady
Quite crazy, they made me, can't tame me
Try to do the same thing, that b*tch is shady
I supply the swag that you jack, don't try to play me
I heard n*ggas talkin' sh*t, I heard it's all they do
Type of n*ggas datin' b*tches that look up to you
Can't get to close, can't get enough of you
See you in person and they act like they been f*ckin' with you
Bing bada boom, same sh*t
Please don't DM me tryna fight for no di*k
Please come get your girl, she's the one on my di*k
My time is really money, is you gonna get it from me? b*tch you can't get nothin' from me, you a joke to me, you funny
Rappin' all this fly sh*t, yet you show up lookin' bummy
Reason that the n*ggas that you sweatin' lookin' for me
Reason why your n*gga lay in bed textin' he love me
Damn, your n*gga on it, it be five in the mornin'
In the stu' feelin' the moment
Milkin' up his pocket, then I tell him I don't want it
I'm telling you I got it, not a chapi but I flaunt it, yeah

[Outro]
Know you feel me
Do you feel me?
I hope you feel me
Do you feel me? Do you feel me? Yeah