How It Feel

Cool cool cool cool

Yup, finally famous nigga

Ok, I get lost in the night

Faded off of that brown

We can take shots of that white

Realest niggas around

Tell me would you like it would you like it if I let you call me big

Take it to the D, I can show you where I live

Take it to the penthouse and show you how to live

And treat it like it ain't shit

Now ask me how it feel

How it feel, how it feel

How it feel, how it feel

Yea tell me how it feel, how it feel, how it feel

Man to be around a nigga this real

You know I came up, came down

Turn every dream I had real

So tell me how it feel

How it feel, how it feel

Man to be around a nigga this real

You know I need everything in plural

That's benji's and euro's

I just came back from that Paris

My life is moving in turbo

My pinky ring just dingling

Look how I'm sipping my merlot

Look how I'm hittin' my herbal

Praise God, church ho

What the fuck is you saying?

B.I.G I'm the mayor in the bitch

Ol' fur coat looking like a bear in this bitch

OH! fuck is you wearing? that's embarrassin shit

Man and to my new girls that's hearing this shit

You fucking with an OG, you should cherish this shit

Man they tell me that they love me, I ain't hearing that shit

They trynna get up in my will and inherit that shit

That's why I'm faded, I'm wasted

I'm living life like it's no jail

House bigger than a hotel

But these hoes tell

So I still take their ass to the hotel

In my hotel

I got a bad bitch with that body

And a badder bitch in that lobby

Boy that's just how I got it

When I...

Bad bitches that came through

I'm hitting all that I aim to

So stoned I can't move

So stoned I can't move

She go either way like it's game two

She look at her phone praying it ain't you

Living out all the rumors

Then afterwards, say it ain't true

Man I'm daydreaming while sexing

Her screams remind me I'm in it

And all this champagne that I'm popping

Reminded me that I'm winning

I know we shouldn't get so high

Yea, remind me that when I'm finished

But this the life we chose

It's the only life that we know

Reminiscing when I had no job

Back when I woulda robbed yo job

Me and my niggas on the streets dog

Throwing signs up like we roadside

Now the suits and pasta both bowtie

My Greek girls say "opa"

My Spanish girls scream "no mas"

And all the Black girls scream "don't, stop"