U Feel Me? Lyrics

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 s***, 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 s*** in my peripheral

I want my bank account fat

U feel me

Money busting out the pack

U feel me

Lames act hard but they wack

U feel me

I keep it player relax

U feel me

I want my bank account fat

U feel me

Money busting out the pack

U feel me

Lames act hard but they wack

U feel me

Dunking on haters like Shaq

U 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 a**, 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

U feel me

Money busting out the pack

U feel me

Lames act hard but they wack

U feel me

I keep it player relax

I want my bank account fat

U feel me

Money busting out the pack

U feel me

Lames act hard but they wack

U feel me

Dunking on haters like Shaq

U feel me

Party in my cup, I'm sipping 1942

Swaggin' on the dance floor, hater who the f*** is you

People swaggin' Louie, Gucci, Fendi, Jimmy Choo

And if Signature Apparel on they fit, they swaggin' too