Feelin Like Lyrics

Like a nigga selling dope
Investigation surveillance, life under the scope
They waiting to see me fail, I'm waiting on this boat
Dime me up in the sales love, I got somewhere to go
Dress like I drill it, didn't have no plans
Like Rolex, maybe a chain, T-shirt, sweatpants
Bumping that Juicy J bands and make up
But she made it shaking, I ain't even have to pay up
And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my paper
Got them suckers under guns, infrared laser
Me, I'm under the sun, sports car racing
Every day we come up with some more amazing playa shit

Strolling my Rose mo when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me, yeah, yeah
Strolling my Rose mo when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be

Wake up, thank the man I'm still alive
Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I'ma drive
Backing out my driveway, all the medicants
Couple automatic assesses are killing my estate
I don't know what I done, niggas mad at me
I brought a couple nice things, thought you'll be happy
But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnap me
You want me dead cause your girl tryina get at me
Nigga stop, it's a world full of money
You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it
Mega grind, several times I was told I will be next to shine
Until I said fuck it and I snatched mine

Strolling my Rose mo when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me, yeah, yeah
Strolling my Rose mo when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be

When the club letting out I'ma pass in front
You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see
Can't see you can't please her, she gonn do what she want
Love just wanna fuck and smoke some good ass weed
She in the building nothing else, cleaning my bathroom
I'm synching my iPhone to show her my TV
And even all the way on, niggas ain't even seen
Nothing yet, jet, traps, fools, you hear me
Talking top Corvettes, zero one top speef
It's a check at the finish line, every dime I need
Every dime don't spend, hounds them hoes be
How to get them so firstly I get me

Strolling my Rose mo when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me, yeah, yeah
Strolling my Rose mo when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be

Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
When the club letting out I'ma pass in front
You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see