Feel The Vibe (feat. Meek Mill)

Young ****, pass, **** slatt (Brrt)

I fell in love with this money shit

Got in the game, and I'm lovin' it

I gotta pray like a hunnid times

I can't believe how it's comin' in

I got the Patek, the Richard Mille

Bustdown Rollie, AP, and the Skeleton

And I just jumped out the Cullinan

And I still got my soul, I ain't sellin' it

And I still got my pole, I ain't tuckin' it

**** sayin' it's love, I know it's not

I just walked out the club with twenty thots

And they all 'bout to fuck me right on the spot

I just woke up this morning and bought a drop

'Bout to shit on these ****, no porta pot

I had to whip, then sellin' that water weight

Gotta get it all to 'em before it drop

I'ma keep it real with you before I lie

I'ma make like a billion 'fore I die

I've been keepin' that milli right on my side

When I go out to Philly, it's war outside

I've been layin' low, blowin' this cash, lately

I done spent like a mil' on Rodeo Drive

I heard my opps been mad lately

I was surprised he still alive

None of these **** can kill the vibe

None of these **** can kill the vibe

Bodies gon' drop, they say it's smoke

It's crazy 'cause I'm on the killer's side

All of my **** still slang dope

Deep in the jungle, they still alive

No situations, I ain't fooled

We 'bout to win, I can feel the vibe (Young Jefe Holmes)

We 'bout to win, and I feel the vibes

Pray that I look in my killer eyes

How he ran, he still alive? (What?)

We steady screamin' out "Free the guys" (What? What?)

I went from a million top five (top five)

You know numbers they don't lie (no sir)

No I can't beef with these broke guys

Our mobs that they gon' die (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm a rich ****, wrist, call me six figures (ice)

Eenie meenie miney mo, I choose a bitch, she get litter (get lit)

Certified Glizzy, yeah I like to scratch **** (boddamn)

But who are you to say that I won't

Be the next trigger (goddamn, goddamn)

Now let me tell you 'bout myself

Yeah, I'm the big boss if you didn't know (boss)

And even before I had a check

I was pullin' up with them different hoes (uh-uh)

I bet you have love for the opps but

That ain't the way they see me though

I hit the opp block,

Hop out with that Glock and the finger roll (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

None of these **** can kill the vibe

None of these **** can kill the vibe

Bodies gon' drop, they say it's smoke

It's crazy 'cause I'm on the killer's side

All of my **** still slang dope

Deep in the jungle, they still alive

No situations, I ain't fooled

We 'bout to win, I can feel the vibe, damn