Beautiful Feeling Lyrics

Its a beautiful feeling, its a beautiful feeling

huh, huh, its a beautiful feeling, its a beautiful feeling

Its a beautiful feeling, you can sit back and chill

You can count these millions, yeah

It's a beautiful feeling, you can go lay low

You ain't worried bout killing

Yeah, its a beautiful feeling and you put your mans on

And they blessed they children

Yeah, its a beautiful feeling how you ran up them racks

You can go start a village

Yeah and even the blind can see, I ran up these racks consistently

My momma keep calling my phone

She tryna figure out what's in to me

Im drop a whole bomb on the industry

What, huh, got the whole world feeling me

What, huh, and your girl want to chill with me

I think she done fucked the whole colony

Keep texting my phone with that freaky shit

Im pull up and nut in your mouth

Imma pull up, might fly you out to Cabo

Yeah, I'm a nut in your mouth

Aye, lil bitch just hear me out

Im really tryna nut in your mouth

Yeah, we was getting flicked up at the Gala

Paparazzi had seen you had nut on your blouse

Yeah, I'm just tryna clean you up

Got a whole thumb off in your butt

Yeah, you was talking that big shit

When we got home had dick off all in your guts

She worried about that cash on me

She wanna live so lavishly but I can not bag on her cause I just fucked on Ashley

So casually, I ran for my city, Im feeling like athletes

A beautiful feeling when I put my niggas in cars

They sliding in Aston seats

That bitch gotta crash for me, if she wanna smash it ain't gone be luckily

A bag for me, I ran up them digits, you know that I'm all in her fantasies

It's a beautiful feeling, you can sit back and chill

You can count these millions, yeah

It's a beautiful feeling, you can go lay low

You ain't worried bout killing

Yeah, its a beautiful feeling and you put your mans on

And they blessed they children

Yeah, its a beautiful feeling how you ran up them racks

You can go start a village

Yeah and even the blind can see, I ran up these racks consistently

My momma keep calling my phone

She tryna figure out what's in to me

Im drop a whole bomb on the industry

What, huh, got the whole world feeling me

What, huh, and your girl want to chill with me

I think she done fucked the whole colony

When you put your mans on make you feel good

I wanna run up them racks for my whole hood

Big boss yeah Im feeling like Big Sug'

Big thot she done got her whole shit took

Aye and the paper coming in like a notebook

Yeah I was thuggish' I aint really see the Notebook

Aye, home Ec how I make the whole trap cook

Yeah, I made a fortune I did it off a Macbook

Yeah, she telling me why, hey

Ceej why you keep making me cry

Bitch you use them hunchos to wipe out your eyes

I can see it in your soul, you been telling me lies

Aint gotta lie to you, I aint gotta fly with you

You got lil baggage boo

The love that you had in your heart

It was a disguise, let the streets handle you

Dismantle you, the Phantom blue, I pull up in Bentley Coupes

I feel like the Cat in the Hat but Im not trippin'

I am not Dr. Seuss, a friend or two

She looked at my phone, she said a friend or two

But baby I move like Bill Clinton, trippin, why so many men with you

Its a beautiful feeling, you can sit back and chill

You can count these millions, yeah

Its a beautiful feeling, you can go lay low

You ain't worried bout killing

Yeah, its a beautiful feeling and you put your mans on

And they blessed they children

Yeah, its a beautiful feeling how you ran up them racks

You can go start a village

Yeah and even the blind can see, I ran up these racks consistently

My momma keep calling my phone

She tryna figure out what's in to me

Im drop a whole bomb on the industry

What, huh, got the whole world feeling me

What, huh, and your girl want to chill with me

I think she done fucked the whole colony