Feel That lyrics

[Intro]
Ha, look

[Verse 1]
O-O-Okay, now usually I don't do this, but your ass got me turnt up
Poppin' all that pus*y, booty bouncin', I got a ounce, roll up
Wanna see you get loose, take my credit card, that's my account
Lamborghini's on me, just so I can see the b*tch ride around
Everythin' on go, all the Ace in the air, better hide these hoes
I do it like a show, about a hour-forty-five and I'm out the door
I'm fly as hell with my clientèle, my pockets swole
Got guns for them n*ggas, roses for them b*tches, make a n*gga rock 'n' roll
I'ma hold my set up
Elevate like, "n*gga, do better"
But if one night, I gotta take life
You gon' see the residue from my Beretta
I got way too many b*tches on me for me to be lonely
Worry about a b*tch that might be f*ckin' a homie
Low-key, never that, I put up a .40
Back up, motherf*cker, don’t act like you know me
I be in that trap, when a n*gga was thirteen, I did that
Saw them Jordan 13’s, sold a ounce, n*gga, I'm gon' get that
Got that hunger for that pus*y, I'm up in there, that cloud nine
Smokin' on my sh*t, now she feelin' like she in mile high

[Chorus]
Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that
Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at?
If I get it tonight, you bringin' that sh*t back
[Verse 2]
Y-Y-You never gon' get it like this, never gon', never gon' get it like this
I got a buzz, you f*cked up, playin' that future, light years
In VIP, put your purse right here, ass and your glass up, let's cheer
And this party never stop until I f*ck every girl in here
O-O-Okay, I'm twenty-three tryna get billions
V.A. n*gga on a stage and I'm gettin' paid
n*gga, better pay me millions
Every time that I hit it and I blaze on a winter day
What you mean I'm hoggin'?
I'm ballin' hard, you other n*ggas in the lane
Tryna violate, three seconds in the paint
Twenty-three, I'm MJ
Too much, I got it, f*ck n*gga, that’s your problem
Open her mouth up, open her mouth up, give me the bottle
Oh, sh*t, your b*tch, she about to swallow
You smokin' weed while I'm pilled up, takin' two L's, Apollo
You gon' try to call her tomorrow, that number change, that’s my b*tch
You cryin' 'bout it, unfollow, direct message to my di*k
'Cause you never gon' do it like this, never gon', never gon' do it like this
I was singin' as a kid, but now I'm twenty-three with a clip, DJ better play my sh*t

[Chorus]
Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that (Yeah)
Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at? (Haha)
If I get it tonight, you bringin' that sh*t back
[Verse 3]
O-O-Okay now this is for my homies (Homies)
Them n*ggas that never really had sh*t (Yeah)
Now everythin' I'm ownin' (Ownin')
Ten million sold, that’s a bad b*tch (b*tch!)
Red chucks and that Cali life (Haha)
My n*ggas ridin' for me
Ratatatata, all them hoes in your Jeep Cherokee
And your b*tch about to roll up
Straight to the house, f*cked on the couch
Touchin' my di*k, girl, it's a pull-out
Poppin' a molly, f*ckin' with b*tches that fool around
Smokin' that good, we start f*ckin', I put it down
So, baby, what’s the hold up?
I'ma turn you on, but let's turn it like that
I know you feel that, feel that, feel that, feel that sh*t right now

[Chorus]
Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that
Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at?
If I get it tonight, you bringin' that sh*t back