Key Glock - Ya Feel Me lyrics

[Intro] (BandPlay) Uh, ayy [Chorus 1] Money comin', money goin' b*tches, b*tches, hoes, hoes Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4 Count guap, it got my thumbs sore Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Yeah) I got money runnin' through my pores Yeah I'm up, but I want some more Yeah I'm up, check the scoreboard, I get money like it was a chore (Lil' b*tch) [Post-Chorus] I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it" I got b*tches on my dick, and I got ni**as in my business I got Wock Wock in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings (Ya feel me?) [Verse 1] I been gettin' so much monеy, don't know what to do with it I been countin' so much money my head just start spinnin' And speakin' of spinnin', my young ni**a just did it No cap, I'm ballin' out, thеy like "Glock, you wicked" I been sippin' so much Wock, like motherfu*k my kidneys I just pulled up in a yellow schoolbus, but no kids in it Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies [Bridge] Money comin', money goin', got rich off of streams and tourin' Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four, got b*tches tryna make a porn Ex b*tch talkin' 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest Think about money when I yawn, yeah, some of mine every mornin' (b*tch) [Verse 2] I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread, middle fingers to the feds (Yuh) Pay you in the red, choppas on your head, now a ni**a is (Shh) I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? ni**as know I ain't playin' (Yuh) I'm already playin' with her bag, I ain't playin' 'round with them (ni**a) I barely trust my fam', ni**a, I pull up they're like "Damn," ni**a Hundred racks on a Ram, ni**a, in the choppa with a hundred rams, ni**a Yeah the choppa little but it sound bigger, these ni**a hoes just sound killa Can't get to steppin' like Pam, ni**a (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus 2] Money comin', money goin' b*tches, b*tches, hoes, hoes Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4 Count guap, it got my thumbs sore Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Lil' b*tch) [Post-Chorus] I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it" I got b*tches on my dick, and I got ni**as in my business I got Wock Wock all in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings (Ya feel me?)