Feelin You

[Intro] (You can ask Bigg Cuz) Mm, mm, mm Hey Ken The motherfuckin' Man in this bitch Hey [Verse] If you got some cash, then I'm feelin' you Nigga, can you bring a friend or two? Pulled up in that coupe, that bitch cost a grip The way I do vacation, that shit cost a crib All these blues on me, you'll think I'm Crip If you ain't my blood, then I'm stiff as shit Pulled it off the lot, yeah, I got to pick If you catch a vibe, might get pistol whipped I'm one of one, nigga better treat me like the only one I'm really her, swear to God, I put that on my only son And bitches steady stalkin' 'bout some dick, I hope bitches strong A lot of bitches talk, but when they see me, pussy got they tongue (Mm) Back-to-back, will I ever stop? I guess we'll never know And bitches reachin', guess that's 'cause I keep these bitches on they toes And fuck these hoes, never was my thing to send no X and Os The game is mine, shit, by now, l think that shit a ten and O Oh, with my sexy self, think I wanna fuck myself Tell my Rose, I can't wait to see her, I'm almost at home And you know, I don't give a fuck enough to right a wrong If you got a problem, hope you know it's 'til I'm dead and gone Pussy this, pussy that, damn, I put my pussy on Bitches always talkin' 'bout me slick, I can put 'em on Sexy got him thinkin' with his dick while his bitch at home He can't get enough of me, he need a clone like he Tyrone Ayy, switch it up kinda like these bitches, they be switchin' up You lovin' hoes, I keep tellin' bitches they ain't pimp enough Tell that nigga, "I ain't never played, I ain't no listener" Naturally, I'm really pretty, check my Getty images Fuck a nigga, if he actin' up and his homie not Call him up, tell him Saks Fifth is my favorite spot Thought he was a drilla how he spinned the block And all my niggas love me 'cause I'm everything they bitches not [Outro] Yeah