F.E.M.A. lyrics

[Intro]
Welcome to F.E.M.A (Welcome to F.E.M.A)
Finesse, elevate, motivate and achieve
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Plies]
Wish Gotti, Youngsta Dolph go and squash the beef
Know that sh*t ain't none of my business, I like to see n*ggas eat
I done pulled up in that Muslanne, I done caught a body
Say she don't want to go to sleep, I told her "Pop a molly"
Nickname cement, b*tch, I'm super solid
You don't like me? Bobby Brown, b*tch, that your perogative
Laid in plenty n*ggas bushes, I ain't discussing that
You say that you will pay me later, I ain't trustin' that
n*ggas say my name, he must be droppin' a mixtape
Think I won't bust at you in public, that's a mistake
Jack called, I'm goin' to get it, ain't no time to sleep
I ain't tryna make friends, b*tch, I'm trynna eat
Came from the bottom, yo, look how time fly
Hard for me to trust n*ggas who don't look in my eyes
n*gga ask me, "Plies, why you buy the Bentley truck?"
'Cause I'on do what other n*ggas do, you feel me bruh?
Was on a beach last night, b*tch massaging me
Whole inside of the crib in mahogany
I was never 'posed to make it past 25
Car full of yola, b*tch, on 75
Up all night b*tch, like I'm on a pill
Almost cried first time I touched my first mill'
Ain't no social butterfly, I keep my circle small
Doin' sucker sh*t out here, you come up missin' dawg
Put the bag before a lotta sh*t I used to do
Put sh*t before myself, that's what I used to do
I will f*ck a n*gga b*tch, I'm bein' honest though
One thing I love about myself, I keep it a hunnid though
I remember them long nights, n*gga, I couldn't remember nights
b*tch say a n*gga arrogant, you f*ckin' right
Shout out to all you n*ggas out here pocket watchin' me
I ain't gon' disappoint you, I'ma give you somethin' to see
Had to close another deal, it got me motivated
n*ggas actin' like b*tches, I don't tolerate it
If you cross me, it ain't nothin', just stay over there
b*tch, my house ain't no museum, you got to f*ck in here
By any means out here, b*tch, Kevin Gates
Ho told me I was poppin', b*tch, you kinda late
Lotta you n*ggas still sleep, you hit the snooze button
b*tch, I'm out here sitll grindin', b*tch at two or somethin'
Still ridin' with the stick, it ain't my fault bruh
Too many n*ggas out here droppin' salt bruh
I'm just tryna get a sack and stay in my own lane
Money come before the pus*y, I hope you understand
And all you beggin' ass b*tches, I ain't friendly ho
And tell your nosey ass friends mind they business ho
And when it's time to go to war, n*ggas b*tch up
You n*ggas sold out for the bag, I never switched up