YWAI - Feenin'

Feenin'
In love with the money
Allergic to the bs
Tell me what you want
Got everything you need yeah
All I care about
Is gettin them payments
Couple things I seen
I'll never say shit
No need to speak
On what was done
Doing what I does
Til the day that we reaching the sun
He a free man
But he on the run
Run the free bands up
Digital ones
To the physical
Ian tryna think about you none
(Tryna think about you at all)
Taking this to the skull
Til it's done
For the right price get anything done
Need to get yo mind right
Laser on me like Kaneda
Ay, niggas out here going Tetsuo
Whoa, get yo mind blown
They ion get it tho
Pass him like a port
He got take a trip to Mexico
Niggas talking bout shit on records
They don't live it tho
Still fucked up how them niggas did hublow
Slide wit my nigga j
Ain't talking derulo
Shawty off the x on the map
Where yo treasure at
Said he want his money back
Said he want his change back
Niggas want revenge
They want payback
Treal ass nigga from the 7
I stay that
I was speeding on the freeway
So you wouldn't have to wait
Anyway that it go, I know that I drop the weight
Cuz I gotta get them pounds off, any fucking way
And you know I'm in yo town shawty, any fucking day
And you know my pockets fat, looking like they been eating steak
Get caught all up in yo rapture, feeling like Anita baker
Fill the wood up wit exotic, ima smoke it to the face
We been getting to that money
Young nigga get paid
Ima hit its a green beam
Slide out that fenty
Grip on yo waste give it all I got plenty
After the climax that won't be the ending
Ay
She on demon time getting busy
Ima film a movie this for real
Aint come from Hollywood
Told me my new workout plan do her body good
I can feel the hate but you told me its all love
Oh no that was false love
Ian have nothing but loose ends
Now I got knots in my pockets swooshin
This'll knock a block off ya chop you lose limbs
Ion give a damn
Treat em like the guap we gon spin yeah
Need it in cash money like stunna and slim
Pockets fat now
I remember when them hoes was slim
Getting cash so ima cash out
Ball above the rim
Most you had all year when the stim hit
Shawty top so dumb
I call her a dimwit
Making plays fast don't blink
Or you will miss it
Foot on the pedal speed up go the disstance
Told me I changed Ian got time to kick it
I get it
Cuz the shit that Im serving
Gon have yo ass feenin'
Im allergic to the bs
Allergic to the bullshit
Fuck niggas
Gettin to it
Gettin to it
All about the cream
Gettin to it
I be on it all the time
Keep this shit 100 I do it just like Kareem yeah
Fuck you mean
Know the shit I'm serving is gon have yo ass feenin'
In love wit the money allergic to the bs
Tell me what you want got everything you need yes
All I care about
Is gettin them payments
Couple things I seen
I'll never say shit
No need to speak
On what was done
Doing what I does
Til the day that we reaching the sun
He a free man
But he on the run
Run the free bands up
Pockets stuffed
Getting hard to hold my pants up
Ian tryna think about you none
(Tryna think about you at all)
Taking this to the skull
Til its done

Written by:
Mychael Winston Jr

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