Feel The Breeze - Joey Fatts

Drop the top just to feel the breeze

I’m getting money so I know these niggas hating me

I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me

I ain’t know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me

If it ain’t money then you ain’t got shit to say to me

Only concerned with that dough

I’m fucking, you’re wifing that bitch

I ain’t concerned with these hoes

Grinding all night to get rich

So I can stunt on my foes

Spend like one band on these kicks

Spend like two bands on these clothes

Flexing you already know

Booming you already know

She choosing I already know

Know that she fucking for sho'

Jump, jump, top in the beemer

Plotting on getting a Rolls

And I ride round with that nina

I gotta' stay on my toes

Drop the top just to feel the breeze

I’m getting money so I know these niggas hating me

I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me

I ain’t know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me

If it ain’t money then you ain’t got shit to say to me

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that

Only concerned with that

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that

Only concerned with that

On the edge, don’t tip me

Drunk and driving, I’m pissy

My old bitch text me, she miss me

Only ten West don’t want fifty

Old bitch with some new cheese

And my whip worth three keys

Niggas came from a tenspeed

Now I’m flexing in a sixspeed

Balenci we don’t do that Prada

Now trick on these hoes they get nada

Spent five on these clothes on my momma

That’s thousands nigga, not dollars

We do it all for the commas

Block hot like hotel with Wanda

We got the sticks for the drama

with them lamas

I swear to God I’m

All about the dollars, even fifty cent

I’m getting rich or die trying

Lil' nigga I’m the plug and the middle man

Cutthroat yeah we did it again

Niggas thought that I lost it

How was that when my bank account got six O’s like a nigga off salsa?

Drop the top just to feel the breeze

I’m getting money so I know these niggas hating me

I keep it on me so they know better than to play with me

I ain’t know dummy, boy you know that nina stay with me

If it ain’t money then you ain’t got shit to say to me

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that

Only concerned with that

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that dough

Only concerned with that

Only concerned with that

Hey nigga I think you gotta start acting serious nigga

Gonna come round and slash these tires if you don’t pull up on me,

I know them motherfuckers cost a rack each.

Pull up Fatts, come on, pull up

It’s not that hard to answer the phone.

It’s not going straight to voicemail so

I know my number’s not blocked

I’m out here my nigga,