I Got U

Do you feel This here In your ear Dick up here In your ribs On the real From the real In the mirror I'm him Don't trip I got you I got you I got me Just get you Selfish, it's not true I'mma show you how I can do Throw it back when you rock the move Reason why I don't prolly rock with you I got me I got you On the real Do you feel This here In your ear Dick up here In your ribs On the real From the real Dirty dollar get 'em On the phone with one of my hittas Drop the bands Pots and pans In the kitchen bagging up sand I'm not keen One of my mans He owed me 100 bands Say no names, hearing impaired Push one button your feet in the air All for me to sit back in this chair I'm hands on I'm everywhere Run this section, turn up there Cold support but life ain't fair Go back platinum one more time After that his wife ain't there Say she love me okay yeah Let me rip and go somewhere Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper They might say I'm debonair In the slum you never there Paid protection main protection Big old weapon bottle by the stair From the projects we appear 50 rappers outside the fantasy Sipping fan without a care Do you feel This here In your ear Dick up here In your ribs On the real From the real In the mirror I'm him Don't trip I got you I got you I got me Just get you Selfish, it's not true I'mma show you how I can do Throw it back when you rock the move Reason why I don't prolly rock with you I got me I got you On the real Do you feel This here In your ear Dick up here In your ribs On the real From the real Screeching macking bouncing Big old booty bouncing I'm pouring up two ounces This shit flow like a fountain This shit tall like a mountain We in here money counting Sometimes its so astounding Blowing this loud we lounging Fix your face stop pouting Bae I'mma take you shopping I told you stop that doubting GPS re-routing Ran out for their album You better not get to shouting I'll show you I'm really about it Don't make no scene in public Bae who would a-fuckin-llow it Get in this room, get full of that liquor Saying when I dick you down it Bitch when you texting out of that H Ain't no amount of atoning Making that face I'm pounding Making that face you crawling up Do you feel This here In your ear Dick up here In your ribs On the real From the real In the mirror I'm him Don't trip I got you I got you I got me Just get you Selfish, it's not true I'mma show you how I can do Throw it back when you rock the move Reason why I don't prolly rock with you I got me I got you On the real Do you feel This here In your ear Dick up here In your ribs On the real From the real