Artist: Black Rose Kartel Album: Rose Kartel Order Song: Feel My Thug Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Interlude) Goldie Mack From East to West Coast we get it popping Only like a broad if she take me shopping Bang this in your club; Daddy Rose got the beat knocking We VIP popping bottles with the team watching (Chorus) Elohim Yo, show love I know you're feeling my thug Up in the club seen you grilling my mug Acting up 'cause I was feeling your bub Peep me then I was still in the club I'm singing though are we chilling or what? [Goldie Mack] Yo I'm a gorgeous gangster, shorty you recognize in G'ing me You ain't slick thinking you're G'ing me But yo, how you gon' game a gamer? If your girl out of line I'll tame her Got a degree in Womenology Disrespect Goldie, I'll have you begging my apology You'll probably think it's alright 'cause you're a dime piece But you know I get 'em by the truck loads Now you wanna make it up to me and suck toes Talking about how you liked the boots I got you I'm like fuck those, pigeons gossip how I be fronting Like they got enough money to buy me something (Chorus) Elohim [Baracus] What up ma you fucking or what? Yo Cash wanna get sucked in the truck Who paying cash for you slut? Calling you off in the club trying to master your cut What are y'all gangsters or what? Living it up, Kartel pop shells, niggas giving it up Kartel Rose under the pale known for being hell With me and dollar bills, and hate county jails Stick up fiends, and hit county's grill Holla hoe to my home, yo get Daddy dealt Before warrants pop up, FEDS gon' pop up Can't get Daddy now, fuck your man take his stash And meet my man Cash in a half Bitch better get Daddy help Empty large amounts from my accounts If you're feeling me boo make it count Cop an ounce, make them clowns bounce Take them clowns ounce (Chorus) Elohim [Goldie Mack] Since I've been making moves broads hollering "where you been at?" I'm like "yeah-yeah, what ever baby girl, where your friend at?" Them sap rap what you got for me bitch send that Where that at, bitch ba-dat-dat I feel you G funk, from here to Long Beach Gangsters know how we pump Rose got guns for thugs, dicks for hoes DeVille keep a nigga on his tippy-toes I want cake, dumb bitch want to get me clothes That's why I hit the club and bag some hot shit I mean what could you possible do for me ma? You ain't got shit, you used to pop shit Now you get top-lifts, uh-huh and strip for a nigga But your money ain't right, you can't do shit for a nigga But anyways I'm feeling that one, your son tapper Tryna get at her, iced out, plus her ass fatter And her mind like money wild, see me getting mad numbers Now she acting funny style (Interlude) Goldie Mack From East to West Coast we get it popping Only like a broad if she take me shopping Bang this in your club; Daddy Rose got the beat knocking We VIP popping bottles with the team watching (Chorus) Elohim X2