Feelings

Lyrics

[Intro: French Montana] Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings [Chorus: French Montana] Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck? Give a fuck about yo feelings Who gives a fuck? [Verse 1: Chinx] All of them niggas complaining Tell from the second I came in I done been through mo' shit Po shit to the top, now I'm faded I don't give a fuck where a nigga been, where a nigga going Or what kind of shit he been through (yay) Watch niggas ball, shit I couldn't score I done sat up on the bench too Now a nigga fly by (by), fly jumping out the drive right (right) Haters see me when I hop out (what?) When a nigga did his state bid Was the only time I copped out (copped out, yay) (I'm askin' God questions, what we fighting for?) (A nigga lost his name, what you crying for?) Rock bottom, not going up Fuck slowing up, I'm drinking (yay) 3 hoes, all 4 of us, I'm thinking (yay) Know some niggas at the bottom and they still in it Ask yourself, nigga really? [Chorus: French Montana] Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck? Give a fuck about yo feelings Who gives a fuck? [Verse 2: French Montana] Armed and dangerous Rolled up blazed with the angel dust Murder one homicide when they came to us We came with the bail when they came with cuffs Fame and trust – it don't mix, like oil in the water Feds on my door while I'm boiling the water Need those chips, Michael in the fourth quarter When you getting money fast life's getting shorter Nigga hit yo' head then nigga go and mop 'em Nigga play Batman then go robbin' Looking at my rap sheet, nigga won't argue Niggas talk a rap beef, nigga no problem Coming from my head, just my God on me Pussy and the bread, keep 'em calling me Money in the bag, nigga calling me But you pussy ass crackas don't follow me Now I'm talkin bout 500 dirty on my day like Them young niggas hit you on the daylight Young nigga tote that nina Niggas turn on you, they ain't playin' right Hundred thousand with a cross in the middle Playing both sides with a cross in the middle R.I.P. with a cross in the middle HAAAH! (Ask yourself nigga, really) [Chorus: French Montana] Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Give a fuck about yo feelings Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck? Give a fuck about yo feelings Who gives a fuck?