Letra Feelings French Montana

Feelings

(Give a fuck about yo feelings)
(Give a fuck about yo feelings)
(Give a fuck about yo feelings)

Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?

All of them niggas complaining
Tell from the second I came in
I done been through mo shit
Po shit to the top, now I’m faded
I don’t give a fuck where a nigga been
Where a nigga going or what kind of shit he been through
Watch niggas ball, shit I couldn’t score
I decided I bought a Benz too now a nigga fly by,
Fly jumping out the drive rock
Haters see me when I hop out (what?)
When a nigga did his state bid
Was the only time I copped out
(I’m askin' God questions, what we fighting for?)
(A nigga lost his name, what you crying for?)
Rock bottom, not going up
Fuck slowing up, I’m drinking
3 hoes, all 4 of us, I’m thinking
Know some niggas at the bottom and they still in it
Ask yo self, nigga really?

Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?

Armed and dangerous, rolled up laced with the angel dust
Murder one homicide when it came to us
We came with the bail when it came with cuffs
Fame and drugs, it don’t mix, like oil in the water
Feds on my door, I’m boiling the water
Need those chips, Michael in the fourth quarter
When you getting money fast life’s getting shorter
Nigga hit yo head then nigga go and mop 'em
Nigga play Batman then you gon' rob 'em
Looking at my rap sheet, nigga won’t argue
Niggas talk a rap beat, nigga no problem
Coming through my head, just my dogs with me
Pussy and the bread, keep 'em calling me
Money in the bag, nigga calling me
But you pussy ass crackers don’t follow me
Now I’m talkin' bout 500 dirty what my day like
Them young niggas hit you in the daylight
Young nigga totin' that nina
Niggas turn on you, didn't pay right
Hundred thou' link with a cross in the middle
Playing both sides with a cross in the middle
R.I.P. with a cross in the middle, but really

Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Who gives a fuck? (Who gives a fuck?)
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?