[Intro]
Welcome to F.E.M.A (Welcome to F.E.M.A)
Finesse, elevate, motivate and achieve
Let's get it

[Verse 1: Plies]
Wish Gotti, Youngsta Dolph go and squash the beef
Know that shit ain't none of my business, I like to see n***as eat
I done pulled up in that Muslanne, I done caught a body
Say she don't want to go to sleep, I told her "Pop a molly"
Nickname cement, bitch, I'm super solid
You don't like me? Bobby Brown, bitch, that your perogative
Laid in plenty n***as bushes, I ain't discussing that
You say that you will pay me later, I ain't trustin' that
N***as say my name, he must be droppin' a mixtape
Think I won't bust at you in public, that's a mistake
Jack called, I'm goin' to get it, ain't no time to sleep
I ain't tryna make friends, bitch, I'm trynna eat
Came from the bottom, yo, look how time fly
Hard for me to trust n***as who don't look in my eyes
N***a ask me, "Plies, why you buy the Bentley truck?"
'Cause I'on do what other n***as do, you feel me bruh?
Was on a beach last night, bitch massaging me
Whole inside of the crib in mahogany
I was never 'posed to make it past 25
Car full of yola, bitch, on 75
Up all night bitch, like I'm on a pill
Almost cried first time I touched my first mill'
Ain't no social butterfly, I keep my circle small
Doin' sucker shit out here, you come up missin' dawg
Put the bag before a lotta shit I used to do
Put shit before myself, that's what I used to do
I will fuck a n***a bitch, I'm bein' honest though
One thing I love about myself, I keep it a hunnid though
I remember them long nights, n***a, I couldn't remember nights
Bitch say a n***a arrogant, you fuckin' right
Shout out to all you n***as out here pocket watchin' me
I ain't gon' disappoint you, I'ma give you somethin' to see
Had to close another deal, it got me motivated
N***as actin' like bitches, I don't tolerate it
If you cross me, it ain't nothin', just stay over there
Bitch, my house ain't no museum, you got to fuck in here
By any means out here, bitch, Kevin Gates
Ho told me I was poppin', bitch, you kinda late
Lotta you n***as still sleep, you hit the snooze button
Bitch, I'm out here sitll grindin', bitch at two or somethin'
Still ridin' with the stick, it ain't my fault bruh
Too many n***as out here droppin' salt bruh
I'm just tryna get a sack and stay in my own lane
Money come before the pussy, I hope you understand
And all you beggin' ass bitches, I ain't friendly ho
And tell your nosey ass friends mind they business ho
And when it's time to go to war, n***as bitch up
You n***as sold out for the bag, I never switched up