Feel Me - Melii

Can you feel me?

Can you feel me?

Can you feel me?

Do you feel me?

Do you feel me?

I signed them papers I was working for

Now that’s that paper that I’m working for

Getting paper I been working for

Pay for shit that now I could afford

I look at Louis like it’s Michael Kors

PYT like my name was Kourt

Put in work before I go to court

Got them singin' like Melii in the studio all night

Yeah my money tight, gotta get my momma right and

I was always writin'

See me lit and now these niggas feel enlightened

Fell off, but I came up like a vikin'

Anything I spit on, man, they like it

When they say they don’t, you catch 'em bitin'

They heard me spittin', said, «Bitch you gon' make it»

Thank God I was impatient, goin' hard, no hesitation

Niggas laughed when I told them about my occupation

Saw me go through hell, I don’t dwell

Now I think we should wish them well

Turnin' down them offers like my name was Dave Chapelle

Rap about my pussy and I swear that music sells

Holdin' down them niggas that will pray for me to fail

Ride me for your benefit, no, that shit don’t make you real

Change up all your ways, but you keep that ass away

Bring no opps to where I lay

Why is it that bitches always got somethin' to say?

Why is it they try to clean up when the mess is made?

Bitch, I got the juice and slurp it up, no Minute Maid

Otay, otay

Say you makin' moves but I can see you a mile away

Saw that freestyle radio shit was trash and a bit cliché

Heard a couple stories that don’t match all that shit you claim

I’ma pop a bottle, went from H&M a to' lo caro

Twenty y le compre ma' un carro

Ella la razón por lo que hago

Cumplo su deseo como un mago

Mami quit that job y date un trajo

I never glitch

Chameleon, swear that I’m a different bitch

Hop on any beat, heard that shit can make you rich

Pop in any genre, got that shit that make you sick

Plus my voice is lit, ain’t no bitch could match my pitch

Baby, hate me, I’m wavy, a lady

Quite crazy, they made me, can’t tame me

Try to do the same thing, that bitch is shady

I supply the swag that you jack, don’t try to play me

I heard niggas talkin' shit, I heard it’s all they do

Type of niggas datin' bitches that look up to you

Can’t get to close, can’t get enough of you

See you in person and they act like they been fuckin' with you

Bing bada boom, same shit

Please don’t DM me tryna fight for no dick

Please come get your girl, she’s the one on my dick

My time is really money, is you gonna get it from me?

Bitch you can’t get

nothin' from me, you a joke to me, you funny

Rappin' all this fly shit, yet you show up lookin' bummy

Reason that the niggas that you sweatin' lookin' for me

Reason why your nigga lay in bed textin' he love me

Damn, your nigga on it, it be five in the mornin'

In the stu' feelin' the moment

Milkin' up his pocket, then I tell him I don’t want it

I’m telling you I got it, not a chapi but I flaunt it, yeah

Know you feel me

Do you feel me?

I hope you feel me

Do you feel me?

Do you feel me?

Yeah