Carmine - Feeling Good lyrics

[Hook: Carmine] I got a feeling that we put sh** down And uh, I got a feeling that you hate us now And uh, when I'm around you never make a sound And all these motherf**ers acting like we ain't sh** now But uh [Verse 1: Carmine] Who copped a new spot, who's j**els got rocks Who is, mostly BBC down to the tube socks Can I pose in peace with a bottle of rosy cheeks Spill out a little like Anonymous did with leaks Synonymous, money making, picture me counting G's Watch you get one like the alphabet, then snap, snap for tweets Motherf**ers is dreaming still, hop out them sheets Motherf**ers is renting still, hop out the lease Last year on my couch, I done hopped out the seat Rubbing elbows with money makers like pounds of trees Put it down for all my people, people that's here for me Putting up with little haters, that's a booster seat Yea, what you got, what you want What's the next sh** you try'na front Made in China around your neck Fine China like this is lunch And this ain't much, 250 over the socks New titties under her bra They looking real but they feeling fake, by the look of your face [Hook: Carmine] I got a feeling that we put sh** down And uh, I got a feeling that you hate us now And uh, when I'm around you never make a sound And all these motherf**ers acting like we ain't sh** now But uh [Verse 2: Carmine] Back in this b**h like what's up Nothing good baby you must have missed us Throwing paper around with some pictures of some presidents that ain't with us I ain't been here doing this sh**, so I'm 'bout to make up for lost time With a watch that don't tick and a crucifix, tell 'em I cross lines Cross laces, new pairs, go fish, oh yea How I'm 'bout to drive a Benz and they telling me I ain't going no where? Baby put that cup up, it may be just enough The bubbles in this bottle give us feelings we can't trust Arrogance at it's rarest, I'm blaring my radio 'til I hit Paris And away we go, diamond chains so many carats I can't even carry it I'm lying but I'm 'bout to be stunting, stack that next to your hourly something Bound to be up in this b**h, blowing paper like allergy fits Ay, braggadocios, bagging this clothing, packages open, that's how we rolling Yea, the amount that I'm hoping, that sh** can't be folded Damn, and I'm here, drinking so much it's hard to stay in these lines I see a bunch of motherf**ers that ain't even worth my time, and [Hook: Carmine] I got a feeling that we put sh** down And uh, I got a feeling that you hate us now And uh, when I'm around you never make a sound And all these motherf**ers acting like we ain't sh** now But uh