Feeling Great Lyrics

Woke up this morning, feel great

Turn on the mic and create

Watch this lil picture I paint

I'm at the top of the ranks

I got the cash out the bank

Brodie be smokin that stank

I don't give a fuck what you think

Imma do what I want just cause I can

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

You already know that lil Johnny the man

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Gotta run up all these biggity bands

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Most of these niggas that's hatin, they fans

Yea, yea, yea, yea

You already know I got a master plan

Fuckin ya bitch and I'm kickin her out

I can't have that lil hoe in my house

Run up on me, you'll get hit with the "Baow"

Gotta make sure you're not makin it out

Most of these niggas, they fakin for clout

All on my grind, imm show the fuck out

That boy is a rat, make him run like a mouse

I'm milking the game like a cash cow (Yea)

Want them fuckin racks, yea

Stacking that shit up to the ceiling

I know that shit gonna be a good feeling

I'm tryna touch a fuckin trillion

Billion, add it up

Yea, I want a Bentley Truck

Yea, I want a Bentley Truck

So, yea, gotta go and get them bucks

Woke up this morning, feel great

Turn on the mic and create

Watch this lil picture I paint

I'm at the top of the ranks

I got the cash out the bank

Brodie be smokin that stank

I don't give a fuck what you think

Imma do what I want just cause I can