Dame D.o.l.l.a. You Feel Me (feat. Mozzy)
[Intro]
808 my crew
[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I get to a bag, you feel me
Riches from rags, you feel me
Bentleys from cash, you feel me
I keep me a band, you feel me
Don't know 'bout the jungle, you feel me
We come from the humble, you feel me
We flip it, no tumble, you feel me
We get it, no fumble, you feel me
I get to a bag, you feel me
Riches from rags, you feel me
Bentleys from cash, you feel me
I keep me a band, you feel me
Don't know 'bout the jungle, you feel me
We come from the humble, you feel me
We flip it, no tumble, you feel me
We get it, no fumble, you feel me
[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
Scrapers and go-karts (Go-karts)
Movin' work like Ozark (Ozark)
We ain't know 'bout Goyard (Goyard)
Why you think we go hard? (Hard)
We come from the land of the pimps
Gift of the gab, legends and shit (Legends)
Never abandon the ship
We tit for a tat, it's levels to this (Levels)
These chicks be choosin' (Choosin', choosin')
From their high-feed movement (Movement, movement)
Lot of clowns with money (Money)
Girl, I ain't no goofy (Goofy, goofy)
I swear my life a movie (Movie)
Got no children in juvie (Children)
Talkin' out your neck though (Neck)
You gon' lose your coofie, uh (Pow, pow)
Put some respect on the set
I only do Bentley's and jets (Ah)
Prezie the Rollie, I'll do the Patek (Ah, ah)
Been in the shit, I'm really a vet (Ah, ah)
Fight in the mud just to get me a check
Blood and the tears, trippy to sweat
Never could fear, beast in the flesh (Ah, ah)
Your girl in my DM, meat in the dress (Ah, ah)
George of the jungle, I swing with finesse (Ah, ah)
[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
You feel me
Riches from rags, you feel me
Bentleys from cash, you feel me
I keep me a band, you feel me
Don't know 'bout the jungle, you feel me
We come from the humble, you feel me
We flip it, no tumble, you feel me
We get it, no fumble, you feel me
I get to a bag, you feel me
Riches from rags, you feel me
Bentleys from cash, you feel me
I keep me a band, you feel me
Don't know 'bout the jungle, you feel me
We come from the humble, you feel me
We flip it, no tumble, you feel me
We get it, no fumble, you feel me
[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Uh, ayy
Bag it up and then move it
Quick with the movements
If she ain't salutin', then you ain't a real one
I grabbed a duffle bag and had it filled up
I put her all night and I'm still up
I'll f..ck the quarter, run it half a milla
Niggas just livin'
Why is your wifery all in my business?
They wanna kill us for callin' 'em snitches
I seen the paper, you talked to them bitches
Look at my partner, he in the kitchen
That nigga twistin' and whippin' (Twistin' and whippin')
And he tryna whip him a Bentley (Whip him a Bentley)
They throw him a medallion's fifty (Uh)
Imagine the pussy he'd get me (Uh)
I sip 'til I'm dizzy, you feel me?
I'm f..ckin' this bitch, he gon' kill me
I be in the streets with his children (Yeah)
I'm bangin' the beast with the billies
Ayy, I sent the hooker to Philly
ASAP, nigga, you know the drill, yeah
Shoutout to Dame D.O.L.L.A 'cause that nigga hit me
He got one, let's get it
Ayy, shoutout to Dame D.O.L.L.A, 'cause that nigga hear me
He got one, let's get it, uh
[Chorus: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I get to a bag, you feel me
Riches from rags, you feel me
Bentleys from cash, you feel me
I keep me a band, you feel me
Don't know 'bout the jungle, you feel me
We come from the humble, you feel me
We flip it, no tumble, you feel me
We get it, no fumble, you feel me
I get to a bag, you feel me
Riches from rags, you feel me
Bentleys from cash, you feel me
I keep me a band, you feel me
Don't know 'bout the jungle, you feel me
We come from the humble, you feel me
We flip it, no tumble, you feel me
We get it, no fumble, you feel me
