Nah, but listen to this song real quick
I like this song, hold up, hold up, hold up
(RARE Sound)
(It's that trappin' in London fo' sho')

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (okay)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (oh yeah), yeah (let's go)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (okay)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah

Yeah
Drop my feelings (drop my, drop)
Yeah (drop my, drop, drop my, drop, drop my)
Feelings
Drop my feelings (shit, shit)
Stack my money to the ceiling (ceiling)
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss, my pockets been goin' through a motherfuckin' healin' (haha)
Stack my money to the ceiling (let's get it)
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss, my pockets been goin' through a motherfuckin'-

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (okay)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (okay), yeah (drop my feelings)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (okay)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), hmm (feelings)

Got a lil' bitch that I met last night
Shit, I'm tryna thick her ass out
Made me some mil', but you know I want more
Shit, you know I'm gon' figure that out
Hustle, hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), even in a drought
Rockin' Dior, pocket full of hunnids
I ain't gettin' what? Better watch yo' mouth (feelings)
Walked in with 'bout 30K in my trousers
Pop me a ten, we gon' fuck for hours
I got hoes in Miami, in Broward (Broward)
Give her a show, this a champagne shower
Thought I miscounted, let me count it again
Blues on blues, now watch 'em all spin
I swear to God I ain't goin' broke again
Jumped in the foreign, let her hair in the wind (feelings)

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (okay)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (let's go), yeah (let's go, let's go), yeah (drop my feelings)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (okay)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (feelings), shit

Drop my feelings
It ain't hard to jump out my (feelings), yeah
I had to drop my feelings

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Writer(s): Kristopher Campbell, London Ruth