YungSammo - Feeling Good Lyrics

Bitch, I'm feelin' good Fresh up out the hood
I ain't trippin' bout that bitch, she got me misunderstood
Like, uh, I been on my grind, huh Uh, I ain't wastin' time, no
Uh, I can't waste a dime on no thot, bitch I just need my money, uh, yeah

Uh, I ain't wastin' time on no thot, bitch I just need my money and my profit
I was in the trenches, I was rockin' that bitch like a mosh pit
Nah, nigga grown, he's just want cheese in his pocket
Like, damn, what the f*ck, I'ma do that Tryna make a move, bitch, I ain't tryna get

High I been cool and talkin' to the stars, I'm
Talkin' to Allah I been groovin', ridin' through the city
Clutchin' on my fye, it get wicked up in the city
Better open your third eye, I ain't dealin' with no hating ass

Niggas up in disguise I was down, on my dick
Tryna make that money multiply Man, that shit really hurt me when I see my
Mama cryin' Yeah, still high, tryna survive
Young nigga, got a Glock, every time I ride

Don't give a f*ck about no pigs, don't give a f*ck about no slimes
I'm a D.I.E. till I get that check, I'm one of a kind, nigga
Yeah, look at my bitch, you know she fine, nigga
Pull up in that SRT, I'm zoomin' right behind, niggas

I said, f*ck the law, f*ck the jakes I still be doin' crimes, nigga
Just tryna get my people straight so all us f*ckin' shine, nigga
You got one time, one shot, you bet I miss your chance
I got one time with your bitch, I bet she take off her pants

I'm a young nigga, tryna make it, all I want is bands
I don't give a f*ck about these niggas, man, these niggas ain't my friends, no
Uh, I ain't wastin' time on no thot, bitch I just need my money and my profit
I was in the trenches, I was rockin' that bitch like a mosh pit

Now that nigga grown, he just want cheese in his pocket like, damn
What the f*ck, I'ma do now? Tryna make a move, bitch, I ain't tryna get high
I been coolin', talkin' to the stars, I'm talkin' to Allah
I been groovin', ridin' through the city, clutchin' on my fye