Louie V Mob - I Ain't Feeling That текст песни

(Intro)
Shit, seem like every time I try to get up
Some bitch ass nigga try to hold me back just by talkin shit

I got fake niggas talkin about real niggas
I got broke niggas talkin bout rich niggas
That’s alright tho, I’m back on my shit

(Interlude)
Nigga on my phone said he need coke
Bitch who is you? Motherfucking 5 O
You a snitch nigga, bitch, you a bitch nigga
I ain’t sell work 10 years, I’m a rich nigga

(Hook)
I hear you yapping, I ain’t feelin that
Talking to the people, I ain’t feelin that
Killa talking with them hoes, I ain’t feelin that
Bitch playing with my dough, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that

(Verse)
Call my nigga a Choo Choo, he could get it done
Fuck 5 O nigga we ain’t gotta run
I’m from the projects nigga we go dumb dumb
Windows down, choppas out, bitch here we come
Yea nigga I made it, got food up in the kitchen
Hoes sayin they love me, niggas out here steady snitching
Real niggas gon feel me, fake niggas gon run
My young niggas popping and they all tolting them guns
I’m a beast with these hammers, niggas I don’t need streets
I had chill for a minute but a nigga gotta eat
Don’t ask me why I’m doing it, cause nigga I’m so real
Got bananas for the monkeys, pull it out and let it peal

(Hook)
I hear you yapping, I ain’t feelin that
Talking to the people, I ain’t feelin that
Killa talking with them hoes, I ain’t feelin that
Bitch playing with my dough, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that

(Verse)
Police I hawking, bitches talking, I don’t fuck with them
Paid my mama rent cuz mama know I’m hustling
I be taxin, niggas owe me like the government
Fuck what you showed me homey, smoking out them other shit
Real niggas, that kill niggas
And die O Cali-O, trill niggas
Love a stripper, drink and smoke and poppin pills wit er
If she a kill, I could do a couple deals wit er
Still hit er with my niggas, bitches taking pictures
Liftin shit me self, I need a bigger truck to get er
I deliver, I’m a sinner but I’m still a winner
Middle fingers to pretenders, good look to beginners

(Verse)
These pussies giving they thugging, no I ain’t feelin that
You put yo foot in my city, gon get you click whacked
I got folks, I could you whacked all up and shot red
I hit taco I tell him blocko, he gon holla that
Get yo finger up out yo ass, you see the black mask
That’s why police ride through my hood, we lick shots at his ass
Fuck the judge and the jurors, we still jackin for juries
Fuck the repercussion, we bustin, bitch my vision blurry
Coppas snatch me for questions, said my partner a wreck
I told him fuck you and that nigga, where my lawyer at?
Go take the law from scratch, no limit she bring it back
Killa take, white top we flash
Damn fuck niggas in the grass

(Hook)
I hear you yapping, I ain’t feelin that
Talking to the people, I ain’t feelin that
Killa talking with them hoes, I ain’t feelin that
Bitch playing with my dough, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that
I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that

(Outro)
I’m in it for the money, nigga fuck the fame
It’s no limit foreva, bitch we neva change