How I Feel ft. Jacques Cartiae Lyrics

I told you the truth

You know how it feel

I gave you my all, know that shit was real

I know you know that

Don't wanna hold back

What goes and comes around

Throw it, it falls back

I told you the truth

You know how it feel

I gave you my love, know that shit was real

I know you know that

Don't wanna hold back

What goes and comes around

Throw it, it falls back

Saying what you want, never what you need

Calling up my phone, why you think I'm free

You say that the love never was for me

I gave you a shot, but you missed a three

Moving in the valley, pushing to the bay

Hit my nigga for the addy

Running thru the stash but we never gotta brag

Careful with my feels cause I focus on the bag

Spend it till it's gone but we always make it back

If she throw it back, what the liquor it reveals

See I'm talking like they know me

Keep em talking cause I'm working way too hard for this shit

Working way too hard for my niggas, all for this shit

Notice I got on my phone, watch em dissapear

I do not reply unless the money's here

I've been on my grind like it's my career

Working for the pie for too many years

You know that I ride for my niggas, yeah

I been on my grind for too many years

Y'all just hate to shine wit a nigga right

And we don't need a spy when we here tonight

I told you the truth

You know how it feel

I gave you my all, know that shit was real

I know you know that

Don't wanna hold back

What goes and comes around

Throw it, it falls back

I told you the truth

You know how it feel

I gave you my love, know that shit was real

I know you know that

Don't wanna hold back

What goes and comes around

Throw it, it falls back

The good turn to bad

I'm just flippin the money

I used to flip on my ex chick

Now I'm flippin the bag

That boy, he want all the smoke

He don't run outta gas

I be up in Cali and I'm stoked, it's crunch time like doing abs

Couple minutes up in the song, I'm runnin the shit

Got my shawty on my hip and she been down for the kid

Left yo text message on read, too busy runnin the strip

I work better when with God, that's how I handle my biz

Niggas gon talk down, rather leave the top down

Swear it be way too hot when I touch down the crib

I got the city on lockdown, I pop like I buss rounds

Ain't talking bout Doritos, how I'm rackin the chips

Pop like a glock

Her diamonds milly rock

Used to pop molly rock

But that shit had me chopped

Got one eye on the gwap

Bih, call me fetty wap

I got juice like Biggie, Pac

I ain't f***ing with these opps

Gimme forty thousand minutes and Im rackin the shits

I need forty thousand b***hes I'll be baggin them shits

Run out in a minute, I'll be back in my city yeah

I'll be back in my city yeah