Queso Tone - U Feel Me?

He talking real spicy
Act like I'm ignoring the hater then checking his butt like a Nike
People so grimy
I peep how people be acting ain't messing with you if you try me
With me, act politely
Don't get to talking that shit, because I do not take that shit lightly
Do it so nicely
Stunt on your girl so precisely and dunk on a hater like Mikey
I'm investing my money, you haters is funny, man where is your money
People act like your buddy, they do you so scummy, they slacking I study
I was taught from my momma, you haters is nada, y'all fake and y'all frauda
I'm stacking these dollars, want big money commas, want big money commas
Play with me, you get played like a fiddle
Y'all tweaking the puzzle, we solving the riddle
I need my residual
Funds in the bank, new account, need my money in paper material
Eating this beat like some cereal, chasing this money foreal
I'm running laps around haters that's talking shit in my peripheral
I want my bank account fat
You feel me
Money busting out the pack
You feel me
Lames act hard but they wack
You feel me
I keep it player relax
You feel me
I want my bank account fat
You feel me
Money busting out the pack
You feel me
Lames act hard but they wack
You feel me
Dunking on haters like Shaq
You feel me
She got some new Chanel
She whipping a new Chevelle
She a boss like Obama, Michelle
She get money commas, foreal
How many bands will it take for you to mess with an OG
Girl, you know me
Bounce that ass, you deserve a Rollie
I'm gassing lil shorty like BP and Mobile, and yea she so noble
Her booty be bouncing like tofu, took her to the telly, to Nobu
She asking me is it exclusive or isn't this just a one-nighty
But I told her don't ask me no question 'cause shorty you isn't my wifey
I want my bank account fat
You feel me
Money busting out the pack
You feel me
Lames act hard but they wack
You feel me
I keep it player relax
I want my bank account fat
You feel me
Money busting out the pack
You feel me
Lames act hard but they wack
You feel me
Dunking on haters like Shaq
You feel me
Party in my cup, I'm sipping 1942
Swaggin' on the dance floor, hater who the fuck is you
People swaggin' Louie, Gucci, Fendi, Jimmy Choo
And if Signature Apparel on they fit, they swaggin' too

Written by:
Antonio Byrd Jr.

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