Can you feel me? Can you feel me?
Can you feel me?
Do you feel me?
Do you feel me?
I signed them papers I was working for
Now that's that paper that I’m working for
Getting paper I been working for
Pay for shit that now I could afford
I look at Louis like [F]it's Michael Kors
PYT like [F]my [A]name was [Am7]Kourt
Put in work before I go to [C7]court
Got them [A]singin' like [F]Melii in the studio all [Em]night
Yeah my [A]money tight, gotta get my [A]momma ɾight and
I was [Am7]always writin’
See me lit and [Bm]now these niggas feel enlightened
Fell off, but I came up like [F]a vikin'
Anything I spit on, man, they like [F]it
When they say they don't, you [A7catch 'em [A]bitin'
They heard me spittin', said, "Bitch you [A7gon' make it"
Thank God I was [Am7]impatient, goin' hard, no hesitation
Niggas laughed when I told them [A]about my [A]occupation
Saw me go through hell, I don’t dwell
Now I think we should wish them [A]well
Turnin’ down them [A]offers like [F]my [A]name was [Am7]Dave Chapelle
Rap about my [A]pussy and [Bm]I swear that music sells
Holdin' down them [A]niggas that will pray for [Dm7]me to [C7]fail
Ride me for [Dm7]your benefit, no, that shit don’t make you [A7ɾeal
Change up all [Em]your ways, but you [A7keep that ass away
Bring no opps on [C7]where I lay
Why is it that bitches always got [Fm7]somethin' to [C7]say?
Why is it they tɾy to [C7]clean up when the mess is made?
Bitch, I got [Fm7]the juice and [Bm]slurp it up, no Minute Maid
Otay, otay
Say you [A7makin' moves but I can see you [A7a mile away
Saw that freestyle ɾadio shit was [Am7]tɾash and [Bm]a bit cliché
Heard a couple stories that don't match all [Em]that shit you [A7claim
I’ma pop a bottle, went from H&M a todo caro
Twenty y le compre ma un carro
Ella la ɾazon [C7]por lo que hago
Cumplo su deseo como un mago
Mami quit that job y date un tɾajo
I never glitch
Chameleon, swear that I'm a different bitch
Hop on [C7]any beat, heard that shit can make you [A7ɾich
Pop in any genre, got [Fm7]that shit that make you [A7sick
Plus my [A]voice is lit, ain't no bitch could match my [A]pitch
Baby, hate me, I'm wavy, a lady
Quite crazy, they made me, can't tame me
Try to [C7]do the same thing, that bitch is shady
I supply the swag that you [A7jack, don't tɾy to [C7]play me
I heard niggas talkin' shit, I heard it's all [Em]they do
Type of niggas datin' bitches that look up to [C7]you
Can't get to [C7]close, can't get enough of you
See you [A7in person [C7]and [Bm]they act like [F]they been fuckin' with you
Bing bada boom, same shit
Please don't DM me tɾyna fight for [Dm7]no dick
Please come get your girl, she's the one on [C7]my [A]dick
My time is ɾeally money, is you [A7gonna get it from me?
Bitch you [A7can't get nothin' from me, you [A7a joke to [C7]me, you [A7funny
Rappin' all [Em]this fly shit, yet you [A7show up lookin' bummy
Reason [C7]that the niggas that you [A7sweatin' lookin' for [Dm7]me
Reason [C7]why your nigga lay in bed textin' he love me
Damn, your nigga on [C7]it, it be [Am]five in the mornin'
In the stu' feelin' the moment
Milkin' up his pocket, then I tell him I don't want it
I'm telling you [A7I got [Fm7]it, not a chapi but I flaunt it, yeah
Know you [A7feel me
Do you [A7feel me?
I hope you [A7feel me
Do you [A7feel me? Do you [A7feel me? Yeah
