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"