The Feelin’ lyrics

[Intro]
n*ggas want interviews, wanna ask me how I feel, how this feel, how I feel
n*gga I ain't D'Angelo, I'm droppin' new sh*t all the time, play my sh*t
Yeah, all that sh*t right there bruh bruh

[Hook]
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 f*ck your change baby

[Verse 1]
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 f*ck up some change baby
Spent a lump on the gang we all stunt we the same this my muh-f*ckin' name baby
It's T-Raww so you know I'm going raw, I'm finna f*ck 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 b*tch on the west, all she do is suck me, she's my lil suck ting
I got a lil b*tch on the east, all she do is f*ck me, she's my lil f*ck ting
When we hook up on the southside put 'em both together they my lil sl*t ting
All my b*tches undefeated, all my n*ggas run the city, all my enemies tell 'em come and get me
Don't ask me how I feel to hear a n*gga speak my name, ask me how I let the fuel in the Bentley
Don't ask me how I feel to know these n*ggas resent me
Ask me how I feel to know all these hoes can't resist me, ooh
And f*ck your interview I'm too busy getting busy
[Hook]
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 f*ck your change baby

[Verse 2]
Out in Saint Tropez n*gga ask me how I feel, is the wind warm, is the champagne chill?
sh*t 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 n*ggas on n*gga ask me how it feel
They rollies ain't tickin' all my n*ggas getting splinters cause they drippin' wood will
n*ggas 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
n*ggas in them interviews been the truth, never get the truth tho
You know how I do, get all my sh*t new, that's why I'm always in the news yo
Here's a question, where the f*ck was you when I was sleepin' on a futon
So f*ck a interview cause you f*ckin' up my view dawg

[Hook]
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 f*ck your change baby
[Outro]
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, to spend 10k on champagne and let it spill
Ever heard Bun B tell you you trill, is her ass real? I can tell you by 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