The Feelin'

Niggas want interviews, wanna ask me how I feel, how this feel, how I feel

Nigga I ain't D'Angelo, I'm droppin' new shit all the time, play my shit

Yeah, all that shit right there bruh bruh

Ahh, don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating

Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day

Ask me how I feel to hop in a wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State

Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake

Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day

I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in

Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby

Since I jumped in the game ain't fun I been the same don't jump in my lane baby

Told you I was bussin' out the bag, finna fuck up some change baby

Spent a lump on the gang we all stunt we the same this my muh-fuckin' name baby

It's T-Raww so you know I'm going raw, I'm finna fuck up the game baby

My momma told me stop buying jewelry cause it's too much bling but there's no such thing

I got a lil bitch on the west, all she do is suck me, she's my lil suck ting

I got a lil bitch on the east, all she do is fuck me, she's my lil fuck ting

When we hook up on the southside put 'em both together they my lil slut ting

All my bitches undefeated, all my niggas run the city, all my enemies tell 'em come and get me

Don't ask me how I feel to hear a nigga speak my name, ask me how I let the fuel in the Bentley

Don't ask me how I feel to know these niggas resent me

Ask me how I feel to know all these hoes can't resist me, ooh

And fuck your interview I'm too busy getting busy

Don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating

Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day

Ask me how I feel to hop in a Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving state

Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake

Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day

I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in

Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby

Out in Saint Tropez nigga ask me how I feel, is the wind warm, is the champagne chill?

Shit I just wanna chill, on a yacht making bills

I could've been a Chef, I know how to make a meal

I'm eating with my gang think my last name Gates cause I always pay the Bill

And I put my niggas on nigga ask me how it feel

They rollies ain't tickin' all my niggas getting splinters cause they drippin' wood will

Niggas talkin' beef I got a few OG's that'll throw you on the grill

Give me that mouth, I'll give you them shoes, she head over heels

Niggas in them interviews been the truth, never get the truth tho

You know how I do, get all my shit new, that's why I'm always in the news yo

Here's a question, where the fuck was you when I was sleepin' on a futon

So fuck a interview cause you fuckin' up my view dawg

Don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating

Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day

Ask me how I feel to hop in a Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State

Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake

Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day

I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in

Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby

Would you rather know how it feel, to cop your mom a house on the hills

Fish tanks with the sharks and the eels, just enough cash, that all your pains heal

Would you ever ever ever know how it feels, (?) champagne and let it spill

Ever heard Bun B tell you you trill, it's a (?) 'bout to tell you how it feel

Would you ever ever ever know how it feel?

Probably not

Would you ever ever ever know how it feel?

Probably not

Probably not