Lyrics: Joseph Orlov
Music: Matthew Barri/Joseph Orlov
Producer: Matthew Barri/Joseph Orlov
Ayye if we’re in the club
It ain't you and me
I’m in the back
Just doin’ me
Ayye-
She asked are you feelin’ it
Are you really feelin’ me?
I’m tryna get up
Woah
Please feel up my cup
I see ya girl in the back
The way she movin’ that
It’s love
Left no crumbs on the mic
Alright I’m eatin’ this (up)
I’ve been killin’ beats
I’ve been drillin’ beats
In the stadium
I’m sellin’ it
I’m fillin’ seats
I’m gettin’ paid
In the palladium
They feelin’ me
And they be hating
How they praising him
Stop raising me
I just stay with my beats
I’ll sell them to the streets
I’ve got to get them off my back
They all want to take a piece
Stop sleeping
Don’t you know this is the come up
4 am she hit my buzzer
I’m like come up
Ayye-
She asked are you feelin’ it
Are you really feelin’ me?
I’m tryna get up
Please feel up my cup
I see ya girl in the back
The way she movin’ that
It’s love
Left no crumbs on the mic
Alright I’m eatin’ this (up)
She asked are you feelin’ it
Are you really feelin’ me?
I’m tryna get up
Please feel up my cup
I see ya girl in the back
The way she movin’ that
It’s love
I left no crumbs on the mic
Alright I’m eatin’ this
Crumb pit