Feel the Breeze Lyrics

Aye yeah

Woah, woah, woah

Aye yeah

Yeah

Let me talk my talk

Let me talk my talk, man

Aye aye

Say what I gotta say

Aye look

Coming out of the dream, I'm so fresh

Letting go of all of the things I won't stress

Cut some people out of the screen, we don't mesh

Now I'm filling up the story with things I want next, uh

Really know who I am, so don't test

You can hit my line with a call but don't text me

Dropped out of school and I'm cool, that's no flex

But I'm chilling with a vibe at a pool, she's so yes, uhh

I got a vision and I trust myself, yeah

Fuck their opinion, I can judge my myself

They think I'm arrogant but really I just love myself

I can stand in front the mirror and just hug myself, yeah

But let's get back to the money

We need all the cash with no interruptions

If they ain't talking numbers then ain't no discussion

If they get outta line then Jus' gon adjust 'em

Ay woah

Top down through the streets you can feel the breeze

Riding round through the streets, let 'em feel the heat

They know where it goes down

All my people we high, yeah, and we ball, yeah

And we fly, yeah, and they don't

All my people we high, yeah, and we ball, yeah

Catch us running up the millions while we stack it to the ceiling, aye

Rather live me a life with no drama

Boats and more commas, toasts and more honor

Girls that play it cool ain't causing no problems

If it might mess with the peace I won't bother, uh

Tell her meet at the spot with no garments

I like to finish all of the things that I've started

I can see the view from the top, it's so awesome

Really live the life of a star, I won't tarnish

Stones for good karma, times are gon' change

In my own lane and cruise at my own pace

No need to wear a mask, I'm cool with my own face

Had to make my own world cause I needed some more space, but

Wait, who that? Lemme see

Damn you fine as hell, you know I wan' touch it

Come here and spend some time, I know you gon' love it

Baby I'm going deep, you know I won't rush it

Rush, rush, rush

Yeah

Top down through the streets you can feel the breeze

Riding round through the streets, let 'em feel the heat

They know where it goes down

All my people we high, yeah, and we ball, yeah

And we fly, yeah, and they don't

All my people we high, yeah, and we ball, yeah

Catch us running up the millions while we stack it to the ceiling, aye

Yeah