Hotel Room - Felly

Gone with the beat, gone with the motherfucking beat

Gone with the motherfucking bag in the street, bag in the street,

bag in the street

Pffft, ah

Gone, gone through the day

Going, think I hada make pace

I ain’t got much but I like it that way

I was sad one day then everything change

Pffft, fake

Fake as the snakes

Y’all thinkin' that a boy Drake

I ain’t got stress yo I’m makin' shit bang

I ain’t got mills but I sure can sang

Man I sure can-

Pfff, fresh

Fresh as the breeze

Cold as my chick when she leave

Hoes wanna roll when I spit a 16

And the kid gon' ball don’t you worry 'bout me

But the boy so-

Tttt, tight

Tight with the mic

Thinkin that im wrong when im right

They be gettin' off to songs I don’t like

And I hop off the plane askin' if this is real life

Man this is real?

Psshh, cold

Cold as the breeze

Y’all like summer '16

Bitch lookin' bad and she all on her knees

She got hit a g, she got hit a g

And I’ll paint it all?

Pshhh, black

Black as the night

As sweet as a peach when it ripe

You could get a feature they gon' pay you no mind

And the touch down real this is who I like

I keep an all-star bitch in my arms

I fell in love, I’m like what have I done

And I’ll be gone by the morning sun

I leave it all in the hotel room

I keep an all-star bitch in my arms

I fell in love, I’m like what have I done

And I’ll be gone by the morning sun

I leave it all in the hotel room, in the hotel room

Stuck in these hotels

Lovin' on these hoes still

Swear these ones know me so well