Drop My Feelings

Drop my feelings, stack my money to the ceiling
AMG coupe no ceilings, bounce back from a loss
My pockets been going through a motherfuckin healing
(Ha ha) Stack my money to the ceiling
AMG coupe no ceilings, bounce back from a loss
My pockets been going through a motherfuckin healing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (okay), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (drop my feelings), yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah (okay), yeah, yeah, yeah, mmmm
Got a lil bitch that I met last night, shit, I’m trynna dick her ass out
Made me some mil, but you know I want mo, shit, you know I’m gon figure that out
Hustle, hustle, hustle even in a drought
Rocking Dior pocket full of hundreds
I ain’t getting what? Better watch yo mouth
Walked in with about 30K in my trousers
Pop me a ten we gon fuck for hours
I got hoes in Miami in 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
Swear to God I ain’t going broke again
Jumped in the foreign, let her hair in the wind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (okay), yeah, yeah (let's go), yeah, yeah (drop my
feelings), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (okay), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (drop my
feelings)
Drop my feelings
It ain’t hard to jump out my feeling
I had to drop my feelings