[Hook Carmine] I got a feeling that we put shit down And uh, I got a feeling that you hate us now And uh, when Im around you never make a sound And all these motherfuckers acting like we aint shit now But uh [Verse 1 Carmine] Who copped a new spot, whos jewels got rocks Who is, mostly BBC down to the tube socks Can I pose in peace with a bottle of rosy cheeks Spill out a little like Anonymous did with leaks Synonymous, money making, picture me counting Gs Watch you get one like the alphabet, then snap, snap for tweets Motherfuckers is dreaming still, hop out them sheets Motherfuckers is renting still, hop out the lease Last year on my couch, I done hopped out the seat Rubbing elbows with money makers like pounds of trees Put it down for all my people, people thats here for me Putting up with little haters, thats a booster seat Yea, what you got, what you want Whats the next shit you tryna front Made in China around your neck Fine China like this is lunch And this aint much, 250 over the socks New titties under her bra They looking real but they feeling fake, by the look of your face [Hook Carmine] I got a feeling that we put shit down And uh, I got a feeling that you hate us now And uh, when Im around you never make a sound And all these motherfuckers acting like we aint shit now But uh [Verse 2 Carmine] Back in this bitch like whats up Nothing good baby you must have missed us Throwing paper around with some pictures of some presidents that aint with us I aint been here doing this shit, so Im bout to make up for lost time With a watch that dont tick and a crucifix, tell em I cross lines Cross laces, new pairs, go fish, oh yea How Im bout to drive a Benz and they telling me I aint going no where? Baby put that cup up, it may be just enough The bubbles in this bottle give us feelings we cant trust Arrogance at its rarest, Im blaring my radio til I hit Paris And away we go, diamond chains so many carats I cant even carry it Im lying but Im bout to be stunting, stack that next to your hourly something Bound to be up in this bitch, blowing paper like allergy fits Ay, braggadocios, bagging this clothing, packages open, thats how we rolling Yea, the amount that Im hoping, that shit cant be folded Damn, and Im here, drinking so much its hard to stay in these lines I see a bunch of motherfuckers that aint even worth my time, and [Hook Carmine] I got a feeling that we put shit down And uh, I got a feeling that you hate us now And uh, when Im around you never make a sound And all these motherfuckers acting like we aint shit now But uh
carmine, uh, motherfucker, feeling, shit