F.E.M.A.

Lyrics

[Intro] Welcome to F.E.M.A (Welcome to F.E.M.A) Finesse, elevate, motivate and achieve Let's get it [Verse 1: Plies] Wish Gotti, Youngsta Dolph go and squash the beef Know that shit ain't none of my business, I like to see niggas eat I done pulled up in that Muslanne, I done caught a body Say she don't want to go to sleep, I told her "Pop a molly" Nickname cement, bitch, I'm super solid You don't like me? Bobby Brown, bitch, that your perogative Laid in plenty niggas bushes, I ain't discussing that You say that you will pay me later, I ain't trustin' that Niggas say my name, he must be droppin' a mixtape Think I won't bust at you in public, that's a mistake Jack called, I'm goin' to get it, ain't no time to sleep I ain't tryna make friends, bitch, I'm trynna eat Came from the bottom, yo, look how time fly Hard for me to trust niggas who don't look in my eyes Nigga ask me, "Plies, why you buy the Bentley truck?" 'Cause I'on do what other niggas do, you feel me bruh? Was on a beach last night, bitch massaging me Whole inside of the crib in mahogany I was never 'posed to make it past 25 Car full of yola, bitch, on 75 Up all night bitch, like I'm on a pill Almost cried first time I touched my first mill' Ain't no social butterfly, I keep my circle small Doin' sucker shit out here, you come up missin' dawg Put the bag before a lotta shit I used to do Put shit before myself, that's what I used to do I will fuck a nigga bitch, I'm bein' honest though One thing I love about myself, I keep it a hunnid though I remember them long nights, nigga, I couldn't remember nights Bitch say a nigga arrogant, you fuckin' right Shout out to all you niggas out here pocket watchin' me I ain't gon' disappoint you, I'ma give you somethin' to see Had to close another deal, it got me motivated Niggas actin' like bitches, I don't tolerate it If you cross me, it ain't nothin', just stay over there Bitch, my house ain't no museum, you got to fuck in here By any means out here, bitch, Kevin Gates Ho told me I was poppin', bitch, you kinda late Lotta you niggas still sleep, you hit the snooze button Bitch, I'm out here sitll grindin', bitch at two or somethin' Still ridin' with the stick, it ain't my fault bruh Too many niggas out here droppin' salt bruh I'm just tryna get a sack and stay in my own lane Money come before the pussy, I hope you understand And all you beggin' ass bitches, I ain't friendly ho And tell your nosey ass friends mind they business ho And when it's time to go to war, niggas bitch up You niggas sold out for the bag, I never switched up