Lil’ Wayne – Feel Me Lyrics

So “Little Wayne,” whats your motivation?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got that heat rock, foreal

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

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

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

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