F.E.M.A.

[Intro]

Welcome to F.E.M.A (Welcome to F.E.M.A)

Finesse, elevate, motivate and achieve

Let's get it

[Verse 1: Plies]

Wish Gotti, Youngsta Dolph go and squash the beef

Know that shit ain't none of my business, I like to see niggas eat

I done pulled up in that Muslanne, I done caught a body

Say she don't want to go to sleep, I told her "Pop a molly"

Nickname cement, bitch, I'm super solid

You don't like me? Bobby Brown, bitch, that your perogative

Laid in plenty niggas bushes, I ain't discussing that

You say that you will pay me later, I ain't trustin' that

Niggas say my name, he must be droppin' a mixtape

Think I won't bust at you in public, that's a mistake

Jack called, I'm goin' to get it, ain't no time to sleep

I ain't tryna make friends, bitch, I'm trynna eat

Came from the bottom, yo, look how time fly

Hard for me to trust niggas who don't look in my eyes

Nigga ask me, "Plies, why you buy the Bentley truck?"

'Cause I'on do what other niggas do, you feel me bruh?

Was on a beach last night, bitch massaging me

Whole inside of the crib in mahogany

I was never 'posed to make it past 25

Car full of yola, bitch, on 75

Up all night bitch, like I'm on a pill

Almost cried first time I touched my first mill'

Ain't no social butterfly, I keep my circle small

Doin' sucker shit out here, you come up missin' dawg

Put the bag before a lotta shit I used to do

Put shit before myself, that's what I used to do

I will fuck a nigga bitch, I'm bein' honest though

One thing I love about myself, I keep it a hunnid though

I remember them long nights, nigga, I couldn't remember nights

Bitch say a nigga arrogant, you fuckin' right

Shout out to all you niggas out here pocket watchin' me

I ain't gon' disappoint you, I'ma give you somethin' to see

Had to close another deal, it got me motivated

Niggas actin' like bitches, I don't tolerate it

If you cross me, it ain't nothin', just stay over there

Bitch, my house ain't no museum, you got to fuck in here

By any means out here, bitch, Kevin Gates

Ho told me I was poppin', bitch, you kinda late

Lotta you niggas still sleep, you hit the snooze button

Bitch, I'm out here sitll grindin', bitch at two or somethin'

Still ridin' with the stick, it ain't my fault bruh

Too many niggas out here droppin' salt bruh

I'm just tryna get a sack and stay in my own lane

Money come before the pussy, I hope you understand

And all you beggin' ass bitches, I ain't friendly ho

And tell your nosey ass friends mind they business ho

And when it's time to go to war, niggas bitch up

You niggas sold out for the bag, I never switched up