Lyrics Melii – Feel Me

Do you feel me?

I signed them papers I was working for
Now that’s that paper that I’m working for
Getting paper I been working for
Pay for shit that now I could afford
I look at Louis like it’s Michael Kors
PYT like my name was Kourt
Put in work before I go to court
Got them singin’ like Melii in the studio all night
Yeah my money tight, gotta get my momma right and
I was always writin’
See me lit and now these niggas feel enlightened
Fell off, but I came up like a vikin’
Anything I spit on, man, they like it
When they say they don’t, you catch ’em bitin’
They heard me spittin’, said, «Bitch you gon’ make it»
Thank God I was impatient, goin’ hard, no hesitation
Niggas laughed when I told them about my occupation
Saw me go through hell, I don’t dwell
Now I think we should wish them well
Turnin’ down them offers like my name was Dave Chapelle
Rap about my pussy and I swear that music sells
Holdin’ down them niggas that will pray for me to fail
Ride me for your benefit, no, that shit don’t make you real
Change up all your ways, but you keep that ass away
Bring no opps to where I lay

Why is it that bitches always got somethin’ to say?
Why is it they try to clean up when the mess is made?
Bitch, I got the juice and slurp it up, no Minute Maid
Otay, otay
Say you makin’ moves but I can see you a mile away
Saw that freestyle radio shit was trash and a bit cliché
Heard a couple stories that don’t match all that shit you claim
I’ma pop a bottle, went from H&M a todo caro
Twenty y le compre ma un carro
Ella la razon por lo que hago
Cumplo su deseo como un mago
Mami quit that job y date un trajo
I never glitch
Chameleon, swear that I’m a different bitch
Hop on any beat, heard that shit can make you rich
Pop in any genre, got that shit that make you sick
Plus my voice is lit, ain’t no bitch could match my pitch
Baby, hate me, I’m wavy, a lady
Quite crazy, they made me, can’t tame me
Try to do the same thing, that bitch is shady
I supply the swag that you jack, don’t try to play me
I heard niggas talkin’ shit, I heard it’s all they do
Type of niggas datin’ bitches that look up to you
Can’t get to close, can’t get enough of you
See you in person and they act like they been fuckin’ with you
Bing bada boom, same shit
Please don’t DM me tryna fight for no dick
Please come get your girl, she’s the one on my dick
My time is really money, is you gonna get it from me?
Bitch you can’t get nothin’ from me, you a joke to me, you funny
Rappin’ all this fly shit, yet you show up lookin’ bummy
Reason that the niggas that you sweatin’ lookin’ for me
Reason why your nigga lay in bed textin’ he love me
Damn, your nigga on it, it be five in the mornin’
In the stu’ feelin’ the moment
Milkin’ up his pocket, then I tell him I don’t want it
I’m telling you I got it, not a chapi but I flaunt it, yeah

Know you feel me
Do you feel me?
I hope you feel me
Do you feel me? Do you feel me? Yeah