Feel Good (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Thomas Crager [Chorus: Fresco Trey] Diamonds dancin', drippin' on my wrist, it make me feel good She just want a nigga to fuck her right and make her feel good Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good I'ma shoot my shot, no, I can't stop now A hunnid on the E-Way with the top down Prayin' to the Lord that I don't flop now And when I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out [Verse 1: Fresco Trey] She don't love me, she fell in love with the VVS Ooh-ooh, I bet you won't believe me I been on the road for the past five days She know it's no fun when I have my way She can get replaced in the fastest way, ayy Ayy, if love hurts, I guess I love pain But I won't put you in this shit 'cause it's a tough game And I got too comfortable with sticks, I gave my guns names And how I leave my heat and go to L.A. like I'm LeBron James I did it once, I'll do it again I fucked two girls, and they was friends And they like, "How he do whatever he want?" 'Cause, bitch, I'm the man [Chorus: Fresco Trey] Diamonds dancin', drippin' on my wrist, it make me feel good She just want a nigga to fuck her right and make her feel good Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good I'ma shoot my shot, no, I can't stop now A hunnid on the E-Way with the top down Prayin' to the Lord that I don't flop now And when I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out [Verse 2: Lil Tjay] Hop up on the stage, and I'ma go crazy (Uh-uh) Got these bitches on my body, I feel so wavy (Oh-oh) I'm a GOAT, and I knew that since a fuckin' baby (Oh) You want my service, there ain't nothin' free, you gotta pay me (Oh) I be on that type of time, this ain't love and you ain't mine (Oh) Bitches funny, actin' strange and shit, claim, and then do slime I can't love you, bitch, that's dangerous, got too much on my mind And it shine, and I'm tryna be here 'til the end of time So you best to off to move, sorry, not to be rude Let's talk about this shit if you confused I know you want somethin' different, but I'm not that type of dude Bitches pick and choose Why would I blow a bag on you and lose? I'm on the new [Chorus: Fresco Trey] Diamonds dancing, dripping on my wrist, it make Diamonds dancin', drippin' on my wrist, it make me feel good She just want a nigga to fuck her right and make her feel good Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good I'ma shoot my shot, no, I can't stop now A hunnid on the E-Way with the top down Prayin' to the Lord that I don't flop now And when I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out