Feel Me

Fine, you only hit me up on the weekend,

0nly time you think of me is when you're wasted,

I just want to get you out of my mind

Feel me,

ever since I went to court,

and that judge said,

“Not Guilty”

girl, you know it’s

bitter In the winter,

ain’t it chilly?

Ya honor, that ain’t

even what happened,

She like, "Really?"

Milli Vanilli,

that shit was filthy

Everybody clappin' in the stands,

that girl look silly,

Go ahead & cry ya' eyes out,

Eilishes like Billie,

Always on the scene,

I gotta hustle in the building,

so you can feel me,

feel me

Whoa-Whoa

(Whoa-Whoa)

Whoa

(Whoa)

And you know,

And you know,

Yeah

Fine, you only hit me up on the weekend,

Only time you think of me is when you're wasted,

I just want to get you out of my mind

You’re working with some ass,

Yeah, yeah

Make a **** spend his cash,

Yeah,

Yeah

Haters in the back,

Yeah,

Yeah

Find them later under grass

Yeah,

Yeah

Walking in the scene,

who is he?

It’s just me,

while I’m flexin'

I’m ya ex-man

Jubilee,

Jubilee

I ain’t even mad

Truthfully,

Truthfully

Just put the paper in the bag,

and jewelry,

jewelry

This is a stick up,

it's a heist

of the lies stealing spree

When you fill up,

ain’t no hiccups,

with the ice,

spilling tea

I’m outside,

in the white AMG

I’m chilling, G

I’m

I’m

I’m feeling me

(I’m feeling me)

Fine, you only hit me up on the weekend,

Only time you think of me is when you're wasted,

I just want to get you out of my mind

I just want to get you out of my mind

I just want to get you out of my mind