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Paimon give me a dope beat like Yuh, TJ, 16, do me right yeah, yeah Got me feelin way up Got the money on my mind I can flip a couple verses Make them bitches lose they mind I'm feelin way up Ooh yeah yeah Got me feelin way up Feel the pressure all the time But it never makes a difference Homie I just let it slide I'm feelin way up Way up Way up Way up I can supply the minimal When I do the most it's criminal People all hate its cynical Tryna take it all away it's pitiful I can not borrow today (day) Feel like they all wanna taste (taste) Now I feel stuck in a maze (maze) True to the Circle Ting Walk in the mall today (yeah) Wanna buy everything (yeah) I need a diamond chain (yeah) Some of the flashy things (yeah) See Designer, Timmy Turner Put the pot to the burner See the dust wheels turnin See the friction smell the burnin Put your hands on my body Lookin like a baddy Took you from the party We had our own party Said put your hands on my body Lookin like a baddy Took you from the party We had our own party yeah So exotic When she ride it Take her time Do it right She so exotic When she ride it She take her time She do me right Got me feelin way up Got the money on my mind I can flip a couple verses Make them bitches lose they mind I'm feelin way up Ooh yeah yeah Got me feelin way up Feel the pressure all the time But it never makes a difference Homie I just let it slide I'm feelin way up Way up Way up Way up I said what the fuck you mad for? I chase the mind and the paper you missed the info I got the time and the balance I keep it ten toes And I don't see the irrelevant like a blindfold That's just the way it goes, yeah I can see the circle movin keep it tight and never let em tell you no Grind alone and keep it extra watch the haters wanna come and steal the flow We ain't in the same boats In the city we the goats All my people ready levels hot and heavy you do not want any smoke Kamikaze with the kill Bitch came gave her chills We do not sign any deals Nothin shy of a mill Red pill blue pill Let me know if it's real Roll it up for the feels Take our talents to the hills Yeah yeah So exotic When she ride it Take her time Do it right She So exotic When she ride it She take her time She do me right Got me feelin way up Got the money on my mind I can flip a couple verses Make them bitches lose they mind I'm feelin way up Ooh yeah yeah Got me feelin way up Feel the pressure all the time But it never makes a difference Homie I just let it slide I'm feelin way up Way up Way up Way up
Writer(s): Tyler Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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