Said, "Blouuughp"
Hmm heee
Aye, ugh
Aye, ugh
Aye, what you doin' my nigga?
(Spaghetti J on the track)
You ain't gettin' no money, you killin' yo' self
Guess you don't know what to do wit' yo' self
Step on a 'brick', bag up them bales
Trap out that bitch, 'til ain't nothin' else left
Doin' this shit, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Stretchin' the 'brick', 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Baggin' the bitch, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Doin' this shit 'cause I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, right now (Right now)
Feelin' myself, right now (Right now, right now)
I'm feelin' myself, right now (Right now)
I'm feelin' myself, right now (I'm feelin' myself)
Step on a 'brick', bag up them bales
Trap out that bitch, 'til ain't nothin' else left
Doin' this shit, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Guess you don't know what to do wit' yo' self
You ain't gettin' no money, you killin' yo' self
Step on a 'brick', we goin' bag up them bales
Rack it up, rack it up, stack it up, yeah
I can't get broke, this a thousand-eight grams
I got Spaghetti J droppin' them 'yams'
Shit might get 'Wicked', get caught on the cam
Watchin' for scams, cookin' the dope wit' the PAM
Double-up, Du-Wop them grams
What you goin' do wit' yo' self? (Trap)
Trap, 'til ain't none left
Got cancer? Might serve you some meth
Ain't no credit or debit, goin pull up wit' Tecs
'Longway-Obama', 4-48 bump 'em
Still on that Lucas and Bumby
That 'boy' make the junkie go 'monkey'
Don't get caught in that 'jungle', Jumanji
Longway, bitch!
You ain't gettin' no money, you killin' yo' self
Guess you don't know what to do wit' yo' self
Step on a 'brick', bag up them bales
Trap out that bitch, 'til ain't nothin' else left
Doin' this shit, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Stretchin' the 'brick', 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Baggin' the bitch, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Doin' this shit 'cause I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, right now (Right now)
Feelin' myself, right now (Right now, right now)
I'm feelin' myself, right now (Right now)
I'm feelin' myself, right now (I'm feelin' myself)
Step on a 'brick', bag up them bales
Trap out that bitch, 'til ain't nothin' else left
Doin' this shit, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Guess you don't know what to do wit' yo' self
I know what to do wit' myself
Grab me a scale and a bale
Man I got sick of my shit
I had to remix a 'brick'
I had to go on a lick
I had to stir up my wrist
I had to take me a risk
Sittin around penny penchin'... (Nooo)
I got traffic just like Wendy's
Pussy niggas, they goin' envy
I been winnin', from beginnin'
Longway captain, I'm lieutenant
You want copp it? I got plenty
But I ain't fuckin' wit' no snitches
Man, I'm M.P.A committed
Fuckin' wit' killers and menace
"Wicced on a money mission"
I had to stand in the kitchen
You killin' yo' self
You get lint in yo britches
You ain't gettin' money
You still gettin' fronted
You niggas is funny
I know you goin bungy
I keep them rack on me
They call me 'Lil bundy'
Them packs come in loads
They comin' in bundles
I kidnap yo' cheese, I want me some humus
You ain't gettin' no money, you killin' yo' self
Guess you don't know what to do wit' yo' self
Step on a 'brick', bag up them bales
Trap out that bitch, 'til ain't nothin' else left
Doin' this shit, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Stretchin' the 'brick', 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Baggin' the bitch, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Doin' this shit 'cause I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, right now (Right now)
Feelin' myself, right now (Right now, right now)
I'm feelin' myself, right now (Right now)
I'm feelin' myself, right now (I'm feelin' myself)
Step on a 'brick', bag up them bales
Trap out that bitch, 'til ain't nothin' else left
Doin' this shit, 'cause I'm feelin' myself
Guess you don't know what to do wit' yo' self
