[Intro: The Game, Lil Wayne]
Me and Tune' just got two twin Ferraris
Like fuck the ceilin'
Two ounces in my double cup
This shit gon' kill me

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Fuck yo' feelings, well, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings

[Verse 1: The Game, Lil Wayne]
Your bitch outside my section pointin', "I'm with them n***as" (Yeah)
"Is that Drizzy, bitch?" (Yeah) "I'm with Nicki like" (Yeah)
And these bitches be tellin' they n***as I'm crazy
Don't fuck with that n***a, he went at Jay-Z
And he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze
Every night I got your bitch in my section
I do it at Liv and I do it at Toxic
Do it at Supper, I do it at Dream
No, we ain't at Houston, but I got that Rocket, go
And I'm feelin' nice, somebody mixed my pills right
And I'm gettin' all this money, and it's fucked up Trinidad lost his deal right, haha
No ceilings, got the drophead for my children
Dr. Dre just made a billion and he sent me to tell all you n***as, man, fuck yo' feelings
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Chris Brown]
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings (Haha, look)
Fuck yo' feelings

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Any bitch that I'm with, she just hop in the whip and she get an upgrade
Pimpin' is pimpin', I make a commission, make that pussy pay
M-My dick like a chopper, I load it, then cock it and bust on your face
We know that you pussy, my n***a, we know you ain't catchin' no fades
Bulletproof windows is tinted, my n***a, while all your shit rented
You should rent it from me 'cause I crash as soon as I spin it
House party bring all the bitches, don't bump the DJ, my n***a
You really care 'bout this bitch, my dick all up in yo' feelings

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings

[Verse 3: The Game, Lil Wayne]
Started with documents, reincarnated Pac and Big
How you think that I got your bitch?
I am 2Pacalypse, got more winners than Popovich
Yeah, my bitch will pop a bitch
Pull up like skrrt, now your bitch out her skirt
N***a, fuck yo' feelings
I made her twerk, now she sellin' my work
N***a, fuck yo' feelings
Started with Hannah Montana hoes
Now I'm fuckin' all of Nick Cannon hoes
I made her go down down, baby
But I don't speak no country grammar though, I got the antidote
I know some Fruit Town n***as that'll bust your head like a cantaloupe
You pull out your camera, my cannon blow
2014 Hannibal, lil' n***a, fuck yo' feelings
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
N***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings, n***a, fuck yo' feelings
Fuck yo' feelings, fuck yo' feelings, yeah
I fuck yo' bitches, I fuck yo' bitches, yeah
Fuck yo' n***as, n***a, fuck yo' n***as, ah
Fuck them n***as, just fuck them n***as, chopper
Just fuck them n***as, just fuck them n***as, yeah
Soo-woo