Lyrics

Lyrics from Louis Vuitton SS2026 Runway [Intro: Doechii] (You get right, you know) (You get right) Home (You get right, you know) Huh? (You get right) Home (You get right, you know) (You get right) Huh (You get right, you know) Home (You get right) [Refrain: Doechii] Bitch, I started somethin' honest still part of somethin' true Feelin' modest, it's honest, it's nothin' I couldn't do I feel a (Way) I feel a (Way) I feel a (Way) I feel a (Way) I feel [Chorus: Doechii] (You get right, you know?) You gotta get right (You gotta get right) You gotta get right (You gotta get right) You gotta get right (You gotta get) You gotta get (Right) You gotta get right (You gotta get right) You gotta get right (You gotta get right) You gotta get right (You gotta get right again) [Verse 1: Doechii] I'm in here makin' this song again, I can't believe I'm goin' dumb again So many people tryna phone a friend, but I'm chillin' deep in the sauna Tryna gеt right (Tryna get right), I gotta get right (I gotta get right) I'm gonna gеt right (I'm tryna get right), I gotta get right And I'm goin' dumb again Fee-fi-fo-fum, I got the bitches, she goin' dumb I ski, drive, row, pum, I gotta nigga he simp if I feel a (Way) And I feel a (Way) And I feel a (Way) And I feel a way, and I'm goin' dumb again Big monster, big Tonka, rocket like a big launcher Shit talker, Miss Parker, rile up a bitch [Refrain: Doechii] I feel a (Way) I feel a (Way) I feel a (Way) I feel a (Way) I feel Bitch, I started somethin' honest still part of somethin' true Feelin' modest, it's honest, it's nothin' I couldn't do I feel a (Honest) I feel a (Honest) I feel a (Honest) I feel a (Honest) I feel [Bridge: Doechii] Way (I feel a) Way (I feel a) Way (I feel a) Way (I feel a; yeah) [Verse 2: Doechii] Stuntin' in this designer-signer Feelin' like I'm Miss Joanna-anna Stuntin in this designer-signer Feelin' like I'm Miss Joanna I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt) I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt) I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt) I'm feelin' cunt (I'm feelin' cunt, yeah) [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Doechii] Huh, huh, huh (Uh) Money like jeez louise Been stressed, so much higher than Wiz Khalifa So how can I spend it on me? I'm talkin' 'bout time, I'm runnin' on E I gotta get right (You gotta get right), I gotta get right (You gotta get) Don't think that I'm a Karen I need the peas, too much on my plate, I don't wanna eat They wanna sing and dance (We love you) Why the fuck I take that tour advance? (The money) Nigga shut up, and just dribble ball (You rich) How dare I complain here in front of y'all? (We made you) I'm sleepin' away-way-way-way Four pockets is paid-paid-paid-paid What is the lesson? I made enough bread, I'm full, I'll get back in a second I'm gettin' right [Chorus: Doechii & Tyler, The Creator] You gotta get right (You gotta get right; the stress gon' kill me) You gotta get right (You gotta get right; if a fire doesn't) You gotta get right (You gotta get; from all of this paper) You gotta get (Right; from all of this paper) You gotta get right (You gotta get right) You gotta get right (You gotta get right) You gotta get right (You gotta get right again) [Outro: Doechii] Way (I feel a) Way (I feel a; yeah) Way (I feel a) Way (I feel a; yeah)