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Playboi Carti - Feelin It Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
M-m-money got longer, I feel like Uzi, ooh, comin' with groupies
Walkin' with groupies, ooh, all of these hoes, ayy, all the hoes choosy
I got your bitch, ayy, what? What? What?
I feel like Uzi, ooh, money got longer, ooh, walkin'—walkin'—walkin'—walkin'—
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[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Money got longer, ooh, I feel like Uzi, ooh, comin' with groupies
Walkin' with groupies, ooh, all of these hoes, ayy, all the hoes choosy
I got your bih, ayy, what? What? What?
I feel like Uzi, ooh, money got longer, ooh, walkin' with groupies
Bitches, they choosy, ooh, choosin' no groupie, ooh, I cannot do you
You know how I'm boolin', ooh, I keep a toolie, ooh, I keep a toolie
Niggas is shootin', shootin' for free, ayy, they shootin' for me
I count it up, uh, uh, runnin' a check up, uh, fuckin' a check up
Fuckin' her head up, uh, money get better, ayy, I gеt the cheddar
Diamonds look cheap, ayy, niggas'll beef, ayy, four hundrеd degrees
I'm feelin' like jewels, ooh, all in the movie, ooh, shootin' that— ooh

[Interlude: Trvp T & Playboi Carti]
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[Verse 2: Trvp T]
Get to the money, I'll make it, now catch me a play, yeah, I'll catch it
I'll fuck a lil' shawty and she suck away, shoot me a three, then I fade away, love me some [?], let's count today
Fuckin' lil' baby, I'm turnin' up
Run me a blunt, then I burn it up
Whippin' my wrist lookin' cold as fuck
Blizzard on me got, you frozen up
Push up the back, then I rack it up
Niggas talk tough, but actin' up
Love when my shawty act mad as fuck
Quit smokin' blunts 'fore I smoke you up
Love when a **** get blue as fuck
****** this gas shit I'm feelin' it
Pushin' these bitches, I'm real with it
Drip on this bitch, are you seein' this bitch?
In the Benz, 'cause I'm killin' it

[Outro: Trvp T]
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