Joey Fatts - Feel The Breeze lyrics

[Hook: Joey Fatts] Drop the top just to feel the breeze I'm getting money so I know these n***as hating me I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me I ain't know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me If it ain't money then you ain't got sh** to say to me Only concerned with that dough [Verse 1: Joey Fatts] I'm f**ing, you're wifing that b**h I ain't concerned with these hoes Grinding all night to get rich So I can stunt on my foes Spend like one band on these kicks Spend like two bands on these clothes Flexing you already know Booming you already know She choosing I already know Know that she f**ing for sho' Jump, jump, top in the beemer Plotting on getting a Rolls And I ride round with that nina I gotta' stay on my toes [Hook: Joey Fatts] Drop the top just to feel the breeze I'm getting money so I know these n***as hating me I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me I ain't know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me If it ain't money then you ain't got sh** to say to me Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that Only concerned with that Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that Only concerned with that [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] On the edge, don't tip me Drunk and driving, I'm pissy My old b**h text me, she miss me Only ten West don't want fifty Old b**h with some new cheese And my whip worth three keys

n***as came from a tenspeed Now I'm flexing in a sixspeed Balenci we don't do that Prada Now trick on these hoes they get nada Spent five on these clothes on my momma That's thousands n***a, not dollars We do it all for the commas Block hot like hotel with Wanda We got the sticks for the drama [?] with them lamas I swear to God I'm All about the dollars, even fifty cent I'm getting rich or die trying Lil' n***a I'm the plug and the middle man Cutthroat yeah we did it again n***as thought that I lost it How was that when my bank account got six O's like a n***a off salsa? [Hook: Joey Fatts] Drop the top just to feel the breeze I'm getting money so I know these n***as hating me I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me I ain't know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me If it ain't money then you ain't got sh** to say to me Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that Only concerned with that Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that dough Only concerned with that Only concerned with that [Outro] Hey n***a I think you gotta start acting serious n***a Gonna come round and slash these tires if you don't pull up on me, I know them motherf**ers cost a rack each. Pull up Fatts, come on, pull up It's not that hard to answer the phone. It's not going straight to voicemail so I know my number's not blocked I'm out here my n***a, [?]