What A Feeling Lyrics

You know we don't get another go at this shit right

Shhh better make this shit count

Turnt my niggas up

Go do yo thang

Ain't gotta shop from me

(Go head)

I can't go to sleep

Can't hit no clubs

Who's gonna guard These Ps

(On god)

All my bitches sluts

But just for me

I treat me like they queens

Fuck then roll a blunt

Go make some cash

Then double back for three (haha)

Oh what a feeling

Keeping food around the table

(What a feeling)

Hustled everyday

Prayed them nights we wasn't able

Accepting anything

Coins cash gifts cards

An EBTs (no yap)

Now they say I changed

Before I got them racks

Ain't call on me

You know that's how this go

Do some shit they can't

Now you big brody (Surf)

Think I'm in that mode

Could care less bout a rank

You gotta show me

Cash ain't everything

Eht sound like one them niggas

Who be owing

I can name off all the bitches that I touch

You wouldn't know em

That's cause they too expensive

Past an the present

She just a new edition (you get it)

Tryna leave the streets

Go industry

But my phone still hitting (Blwww)

Told gang I pass it down

I'm needing portions

Of that mill ticket

They don't know you on yo town

I'm one them faces

You get chills with

Hear them whisper when I come Around (who's at)

A myth that's known for making

Sounds

I can sell it to him whole

But I make more if I just break it Down (Cash)

Like my bitches grown

All natural face

With a sexy smile

Spank yo ass get outta place

Yo bro a hoe

I'll treat em like my child (Gone)

Turnt my niggas up

Go do yo thang

Ain't gotta shop from me

(Go head)

I can't go to sleep

Can't hit no clubs

Who's gonna guard These Ps

(On god)

All my bitches sluts

But just for me

I treat me like they queens

Fuck then roll a blunt

Go make some cash

Then double back for three(haha)

Oh what a feeling

Keeping food around the table

(What a feeling)

Hustled everyday

Prayed them nights we wasn't able

Accepting anything

Coins cash gifts cards

An EBTs (no yap)

Now they say I changed

Before I got these racks

Ain't call on me

Pull up black on black

Eht Platinum ESV

They think I'm famous (It's Surf)

These hoe tryna chase a bag

I'm moving like a walking payment

I can't help it

Off that 92 fuck killing ima slay it

(Girl come here)

This bitch on butt

She got me fucking fully naked (ha)

Just some city slang AKA the ville

Where shit get ignant

Still catch me on Old Third

Strawberry lane

Handling business

Breaking down these birds

Catching plays at Indis chicken

This where my name was birth

I don't consider it the trenches (Gone)