Lyrics

I'ma make you feel this flow I'ma make you feel this flow I'ma make you feel, I'ma make you feel, I'ma make you feel this flow Hey I get money like a cashier Hurry up and buy They been telling me this since last year You needa hurry up and sign Can't run too fast I might slip up Nobody gone share they crutches Smoke your own weed Nobody gone share they dutches I get aroused when I hear these beats I'm in love with performing First pair of jays This shit kinda important So I'm gone make it work and I gotta stay focused these niggas still sitting down leaving prints inside the sofa So I got my ass up Nobody gone take it from me I'ma win when I'm gone win Nobody gone make it for me And if that ain't ambition The kill me now I'm injected to the game I know they feel me now So I'ma keep being the best They gone keep jacking my flows And I'ma sit back and sip this purp, while these niggas still acting like hoes Lord knows what's gone happen This shit giving me the shivers Grandma keep telling her daughter that her son gone be a winner But I'm trying not to a sinner But I'm stuck inside the center It sound good on the left But the right might make me richer Can't never be afraid Just cause everybody scared Cause everybody gone get paid Cause everybody gone eat bread Shit gets crazy round here, but we not And shit getting blazing round here, cause we hot Treat life just like an orange on a pillet I'm tryna give it to em in the song to make em feel it When them proaches start running and puranas start swimming Where the hell you gone go When them cones start searching and them bodies come up missing You gone want to feel this flow I'ma make you feel this flow I'ma make you feel this flow I'ma make you feel, I'ma make you feel, I'ma make you feel this flow Aye I'ma young nigga And I like new shit Check up, throwing money up, I ain sick Fuck the rap game like it was a bad bitch Same ole me just back on my rich shit Back on my rich shit So I bought a A.p (yeah) And that's just to watch the time shift Screaming eff a hater y'all the fill to my success And the O.G kush that I smoke keep me uplifted Talent is God made that's why I'm thankful A famous man made dad always said be humble Why Cause being broke that's just irrelevant And you know my crew we blowing racks just for the fuck of it Yeah, aye watch this flow but don't look down And we been working so hard where the scissors at They playing with it so I'ma gone head and cut my own check
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, David Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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