No Ceiling

Make 'em feel it Make 'em feel that hurtin' (Turn Me Up Josh) I'm out my mind, I ain't got no ceilin' And I ain't sparin' none, I'ma make 'em feel it, yeah I'm gon' make 'em feel it, yeah They gon' wanna kill me, yeah They gon' wanna drill me Many men, like 50 He a rat, Walt Disney Stomp his head with Balenci's Lord, please forgive me They wanna catch me slipping And all Brandy want is Tiffany And Tiffany, she want Chanel And Chanel got bigger dreams So she gon' do some different things Oh, we get it by any means Gucci store, oh, we shop in the Philippines Double cup, love mix my Promethazine I didn't go to Tiffany to get her diamond ring But Chanel got bigger dreams Oh, she wanna do anything I'm out my mind, I ain't got no ceilin' And I ain't sparin' none, I'ma make 'em feel it, yeah I'm gon' make 'em feel it, yeah They gon' wanna kill me, yeah They gon' wanna drill me Many men, like 50 He a rat, Walt Disney Stomp his head with Balenci's You should know that we ain't friendly I'm always high, I'm in the nose bleed I'm always fly, I'm ballin' in the major league Consistently grindin', I'm booked up with no agency I done show her loyalty Nah, she can't get away from me I told him, "Let's go half on a baby," yeah A little you, yeah, a little me, yeah Type of bitch that make you give it up, yeah Type of bitch that make you kick the cup He a target and he young and he rich as fuck This Garfield, I'ma make him eat it up I'm out my mind (yeah, yeah), I ain't got no ceilin' (what's up?) And I ain't sparin' none (sparin' none) I'ma make 'em feel it, yeah (what's up? Make 'em feel it) I'm gon' make 'em feel it, yeah (make 'em feel it) They gon' wanna kill me, yeah (wanna kill me, yeah) They gon' wanna drill me (wanna drill me) Many men, like 50 (like 50) He a rat (yeah), Walt Disney (like Mickey Mouse, yeah, like that) Stomp his head with Balenci's (Balenciaga's) Hol' on, what? What?