[Intro]
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 for sure

[Chorus]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Okay)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Oh, yeah), let's go
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Feelings)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, drop my feelings (Drop my, drop), yeah (Drop my, drop, drop my, drop, drop my, drop)
Drop my feelings (Shit, shit)
Stack my money to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss, my pockets been goin' through a motherfuckin' hеalin' (Ha, ha)
Stack my money to the ceilin' (Lеt's go)
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss, my pockets been goin' through a motherfuckin'

[Chorus]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Okay)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), let's go (Drop my feelings)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), mm (Feelings)

[Verse]
Got a lil' bitch that I met last night, shit, I been tryna take her ass out
Made me some mail, 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 your mouth
Walked in with 'bout 30K in my trousers
Pop me a ten, we gon' fuck for hours
I got hoes in Miami, in Broward (Broward)
Give her a light show with a champagne shower
Thought I miscounted, let me count it again
Blues on blues, now watch 'em all spend
I swear to God I ain't goin' broke again
Jumped in the foreign, let her hair in the wind

[Chorus]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Okay)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Let's go), yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go), drop my feelings
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, okay
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Feelings), shit

[Outro]
Drop my feelings
It ain't hard, jump out my feelings (Yeah)
I had to drop my feelings