"Feelin You" lyrics

(You can ask Bigg Cuz)
Mm, mm, mm
Hey
Ken The motherfuckin' Man in this bitch
Hey

If you got some cash, then I'm feelin' you
Nigga, can you bring a friend or two?
Pulled up in that coupe, that bitch cost a grip
The way I do vacation, that shit cost a crib
All these blues on me, you'll think I'm Crip
If you ain't my blood, then I'm stiff as shit
Pulled it off the lot, yeah, I got to pick
If you catch a vibe, might get pistol whipped
I'm one of one, nigga better treat me like the only one
I'm really her, swear to God, I put that on my only son
And bitches steady stalkin' 'bout some dick, I hope bitches strong
A lot of bitches talk, but when they see me, pussy got they tongue (Mm)
Back-to-back, will I ever stop? I guess we'll never know
And bitches reachin', guess that's 'cause I keep these bitches on they toes
And fuck these hoes, never was my thing to send no X and Os
The game is mine, shit, by now, l think that shit a ten and O
Oh, with my sexy self, think I wanna fuck myself
Tell my Rose, I can't wait to see her, I'm almost at home
And you know, I don't give a fuck enough to right a wrong
If you got a problem, hope you know it's 'til I'm dead and gone
Pussy this, pussy that, damn, I put my pussy on
Bitches always talkin' 'bout me slick, I can put 'em on
Sexy got him thinkin' with his dick while his bitch at home
He can't get enough of me, he need a clone like he Tyrone
Ayy, switch it up kinda like these bitches, they be switchin' up
You lovin' hoes, I keep tellin' bitches they ain't pimp enough
Tell that nigga, "I ain't never played, I ain't no listener"
Naturally, I'm really pretty, check my Getty images
Fuck a nigga, if he actin' up and his homie not
Call him up, tell him Saks Fifth is my favorite spot
Thought he was a drilla how he spinned the block
And all my niggas love me 'cause I'm everything they bitches not

Yeah