Drop My Feelings

Nah, but listen to this song real quick I like this song, hold up, hold up, hold up (RARE Sound) (It's that trappin' in London fo' sho') Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (okay) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (oh yeah), yeah (let's go) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (okay) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah Yeah Drop my feelings (drop my, drop) Yeah (drop my, drop, drop my, drop, drop my) Feelings Drop my feelings (shit, shit) Stack my money to the ceiling (ceiling) AMG coupe no ceilings Bounce back from a loss, my pockets been goin' through a motherfuckin' healin' (haha) Stack my money to the ceiling (let's get it) AMG coupe no ceilings Bounce back from a loss, my pockets been goin' through a motherfuckin'- Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (okay) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (okay), yeah (drop my feelings) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (okay) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), hmm (feelings) Got a lil' bitch that I met last night Shit, I'm tryna thick her ass out Made me some mil', but you know I want more Shit, you know I'm gon' figure that out Hustle, hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), even in a drought Rockin' Dior, pocket full of hunnids I ain't gettin' what? Better watch yo' mouth (feelings) Walked in with 'bout 30K in my trousers Pop me a ten, we gon' f*ck for hours I got hoes in Miami, in Broward (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 I swear to God I ain't goin' broke again Jumped in the foreign, let her hair in the wind (feelings) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (okay) Yeah (yeah), yeah (let's go), yeah (let's go, let's go), yeah (drop my feelings) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (okay) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (feelings), shit Drop my feelings It ain't hard to jump out my (feelings), yeah I had to drop my feelings