Drop My Feelings

Nah but listen to this song real quick I like this song hold up, hold up, hold up (RARE Sound) (It's that trappin' in London for sure) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (okay) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Oh yeah), let's go Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, okay Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah Drop, drop my feelings (Drop my, drop, drop my, drop, drop my, drop, drop my, drop) Drop my feelings (Shit, shit) Stack my money to the ceilin' (Ceilin') AMG coupe no ceilings Bounce back from a loss, my pockets been goin' through a muhfuckin' healin' (Ha, ha) Stack my money to the ceilin' (Lеt's go) AMG coupe no ceilings Bounce back from a loss, my pockеts been goin' through a muhfuckin' Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (okay) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Oh yeah), let's go (Drop my feelings) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, okay Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Hmm, feelings) Got a lil' bitch that I met last night, shit, I'm tryna take her ass out Made me some mil', but you know I want more, shit, you know I'm gon' figure that out Hustle, hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), even in a drought Rockin' Dior, pocket full of hunnids I ain't gettin' what? Better watch your mouth Walked in with 'bout 30K in my trousers Pop me a ten, we gon' fuck for hours I got hoes in Miami, in Broward (Broward) Give her full show, this a champagne shower Thought I miscounted, let me count it again Blues on blues, now watch em' all spin I swear to God I ain't goin' broke again Jumped in the foreign, let her hair in the wind Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (okay) Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Oh yeah), let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go (Drop my feelings) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, okay Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (My feelings), shit Drop my feelings It ain't hard, jump out my feelings (Yeah) I had to drop my feelings