Ya Feel Me Key Glock

[Intro]
(BandPlay)
Uh, ayy

[Chorus 1]
Money comin', money goin'
Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Count guap, it got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Yeah)
I got money runnin' through my pores
Yeah I'm up, but I want some more
Yeah I'm up, check the scoreboard, I get money like it was a chore (Lil' bitch)

[Post-Chorus]
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock Wock in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no cеilings (Ya feel me?)

[Verse 1]
I been gettin' so much money, don't know what to do with it
I been countin' so much monеy my head just start spinnin'
And speakin' of spinnin', my young nigga just did it
No cap, I'm ballin' out, they like "Glock, you wicked"
I been sippin' so much Wock, like motherfuck my kidneys
I just pulled up in a yellow schoolbus, but no kids in it
Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies