Feel Me Songtext

[Interviewer:] 

So «Little Wayne,» whats your motivation?

[Lil’ Wayne:] 

Is that really a question 

Do you really have that written down in your notepad 

You should be ashamed of yourself 

You smell me girl 

I smell like money 

See, thats what they don’t understand (Tell ’em a god damn thang) 

To me it was always get money or die 

I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner 

You know what I mean I’m stunner junior thats all I know thats all I ever knew 

Get money or get nothing you know what I’m saying 

And I feel that way 

Foreal

[Verse 1:] 

So hard I go I keep pushing 

The game so crazy I’m in it like deep pussy 

I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie 

Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie 

Dwayne Carter absent keep looking 

I’m present on the block 

I’m a legend on the block 

Ice so bright like heaven on the watch 

Yea nigga I done dropped one eleven on the watch 

So watch and see what I do 

Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing hachoo 

They got the shivers ‘mayne I got the fever 

I got to bring the hood back after Katrina 

Weezy F. Baby now the F is for FEMA 

Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia 

Yea no cure no help 

So me so good so hard so felt 

Feel me 

[Lil’ Wayne:] 

And thats just my point right there 

Thats what I’m always trying to stress know what I’m saying 

If you don’t understand me if you don’t feel me then you ain’t real 

In my eyes, and thats all that count to me you know

[Interviewer:] 

So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period

[Lil’ Wayne:] 

I mean, I would say the voice of the hood ’cause thats who I speak for 

And myself, you know what I mean, my family thats who I represent 

My hommies, my girl, my life you know

[Verse 2:] 

C’mon, bang this shit nigga pump my shit 

You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch 

You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch 

You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit 

Like motherfuck them niggas what they wan-do I’m ready 

Tevin Campbell, no homo, black rambo 

Fucking with the boy baby thats a cambo 

If he won in vegas leave him on the crap table 

I’m willing and I’m able to come run up in your stable 

Like nobody make a sound where the paper where the paper 

Gotta get it gotta have it 

Once I got it I’mma spend it 

Then its back to doing any damn thing just to get it 

The re-ups be like birthday parties 

No room to park the cars in the garages 

So outside the cribs all you see is arayis 

If I ain’t say it right fuck it I ain’t foreign 

Feel me

[Lil’ Wayne:] 

And see thats where everybody get me wrong at you know what I mean 

I got that heat rock, foreal

[Interviewer:] 

Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music

[Lil’ Wayne:] 

Thats because they ain’t got that heat rock like me you know what I mean 

They ain’t spitting like me 

They spitting, but, know what I mean, they ain’t got colds 

I got the flu over here man, foreal 

I need relief, y’all help me 

I know y’all sick of me, ’cause I’m tired of y’all foreal

[Verse 3:] 

And based on the bank, I’m doing much better than alot of these niggas 

I’m tired of these niggas 

Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner 

I’m cocking back and passing 

They catch ’em in they sternum 

Ooh ooh that gone probably burn ya 

That gone probably learn ya 

To never ever ever — ever ever ever come around here no more 

Rich gangsters over here you gotta die with the broke bitch 

I’m the God I should ride with the Pope 

But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe yeah 

Yeah, and tell ’em bout Hollygrove 

Tell ’em bout my last show 

Tell ’em bout my last hoe 

You know, just born to mack 

Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah 

I’m in my prime niggas falling back 

Thats right I’m comming baby yeah hard as crack 

Feel Me

[Lil’ Wayne:] 

And thats just what it is nigga 

If you don’t like my shit then fuck you and your shit man straight up 

Thats how I was tought thats how I was brought up 

and thats how I’mma go down 

Cash-Money Young-Money in your motherfucking throat bitch 

Swallow slow 

Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song 

Bitch!

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