[Intro]
Ha, look

[Verse 1]
O-O-Okay, now usually I don't do this, but your ass got me turnt up
Poppin' all that pussy, booty bouncin', I got a ounce, roll up
Wanna see you get loose, take my credit card, that's my account
Lamborghini's on me, just so I can see the bitch ride around
Everythin' on go, all the Ace in the air, better hide these hoes
I do it like a show, about a hour-forty-five and I'm out the door
I'm fly as hell with my clientèle, my pockets swole
Got guns for them n***as, roses for them bitches, make a n***a rock 'n' roll
I'ma hold my set up
Elevate like, "N***a, do better"
But if one night, I gotta take life
You gon' see the residue from my Beretta
I got way too many bitches on me for me to be lonely
Worry about a bitch that might be fuckin' a homie
Low-key, never that, I put up a .40
Back up, motherfucker, don’t act like you know me
I be in that trap, when a n***a was thirteen, I did that
Saw them Jordan 13’s, sold a ounce, n***a, I'm gon' get that
Got that hunger for that pussy, I'm up in there, that cloud nine
Smokin' on my shit, now she feelin' like she in mile high

[Chorus]
Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that
Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at?
If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back
[Verse 2]
Y-Y-You never gon' get it like this, never gon', never gon' get it like this
I got a buzz, you fucked up, playin' that future, light years
In VIP, put your purse right here, ass and your glass up, let's cheer
And this party never stop until I fuck every girl in here
O-O-Okay, I'm twenty-three tryna get billions
V.A. n***a on a stage and I'm gettin' paid
N***a, better pay me millions
Every time that I hit it and I blaze on a winter day
What you mean I'm hoggin'?
I'm ballin' hard, you other n***as in the lane
Tryna violate, three seconds in the paint
Twenty-three, I'm MJ
Too much, I got it, fuck n***a, that’s your problem
Open her mouth up, open her mouth up, give me the bottle
Oh, shit, your bitch, she about to swallow
You smokin' weed while I'm pilled up, takin' two L's, Apollo
You gon' try to call her tomorrow, that number change, that’s my bitch
You cryin' 'bout it, unfollow, direct message to my dick
'Cause you never gon' do it like this, never gon', never gon' do it like this
I was singin' as a kid, but now I'm twenty-three with a clip, DJ better play my shit

[Chorus]
Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that (Yeah)
Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at? (Haha)
If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back
[Verse 3]
O-O-Okay now this is for my homies (Homies)
Them n***as that never really had shit (Yeah)
Now everythin' I'm ownin' (Ownin')
Ten million sold, that’s a bad bitch (Bitch!)
Red chucks and that Cali life (Haha)
My n***as ridin' for me
Ratatatata, all them hoes in your Jeep Cherokee
And your bitch about to roll up
Straight to the house, fucked on the couch
Touchin' my dick, girl, it's a pull-out
Poppin' a molly, fuckin' with bitches that fool around
Smokin' that good, we start fuckin', I put it down
So, baby, what’s the hold up?
I'ma turn you on, but let's turn it like that
I know you feel that, feel that, feel that, feel that shit right now

[Chorus]
Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that
Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at?
If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back