Make Me Feel

Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah I'm that nigga Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah All these bills, I just might spend on you Spend it on you, yeah Chorus Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Ayy, pussy so good, might have me slip up, ayy Ayy, make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Post-Chorus I might hit it from the back and take you shopping Gucci, Louis, oh, you got options Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 1 Git it from the back and turn my cash in Red bottoms like I'm Michael Jackson Few bands for your dress Do they got your size 'cause it might just happen Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy All this ice on my arm, wrist, think it might snow today Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy I'ma put it on you cold, it's a night day in the ayy But it's nighttime in this rose Nighttime in my rose Two tennis chains, is it hers, one gold, one rose Ayy, if I get you the shoes, you might as well get the coat Pre-Chorus Hit it from the back just like that Take you shopping, make you call Spend a bag, spend a bag, ayy And if I don't take you shopping, you don't nag, you don't nag Got your arms, spend that bag, spend my bag Chorus Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Ayy, pussy so good, might have me slip up, ayy Ayy, make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Post-Chorus I might hit it from the back and take you shopping Gucci, Louis, oh, you got options Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 2 Be careful, these diamonds are cold, ayy Balenciaga, the toes, ayy Your money spending on money I can't blame you for not knowing, ayy She think I'm sighing nigga But that's how you supposed to make your side bitch feel I buy her a fitch, she tell me you whine Nigga, I'm like side bitch, chill Ayy, no honey, ain't no room for you to act funny Stop telling bitches that you feel special We was ten toes, this is your money Just bought a Benz with no money I been on the road getting gold money Spend it like I'm tryna get to know money How you even get to spend my show money Pre-Chorus Hit it from the back just like that Take you shopping, make you call Spend a bag, spend a bag, ayy And if I don't take you shopping, you don't nag, you don't nag Got your arms, spend that bag, spend my bag Chorus Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Ayy, pussy so good, might have me slip up, ayy Ayy, make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Post-Chorus I might hit it from the back and take you shopping Gucci, Louis, oh, you got options Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah Make me feel like I'm that nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah