Hit-Boy - What A Feeling lyrics
rate mefeat. Audio Push & Kent M$ney
Say hello to the young god of the game
Popular name, hb all I drop is the flame
Nah nigga, we are not in the same
Boat, car, plane, bus or a stage, coach
Just a bunch of young niggas from the ghetto
Now the way they caught us, was emily carmello
Ballin, don perignon, keep chicks crawling
Bossin, I ain’t talking ditto, but nigga we stay flossin
Hands down, so the crowd keep they hands up
I live in a hot rise, that’s why she keep her ass up
I’m the ghetto black trump,
Spread the word, spread the word
Me and my niggas all on now
Roger that, federer, never scared
[Hook]
What a feeling, ain’t worry bout much
Just count these millions
What a feeling, get top in the benz
But it ain’t no ceiling
What a feeling, ain’t worry bout them niggas
That’s over there grilling
Cause y’all ain’t really, really want much
y’all ain’t really, really want much
This for the niggas that came, never had a rink
But we going hard in the paint
Got it battle like a no limit tank
That’s your litte dame, tell her come up over here and play
With a fresh nigga to a deep div like nothing amphetamine
These other rappers I’m better than
Brink going sowing my leather jeans
Coming up, up, man I never had a dad
Riding with my mama, with no exit in the cadillac
Away from tryina get outfits
See young taking them house licks
Now money coming like a baseball pitch, fast
Nigga we all rich!
[Hook]
What a feeling, ain’t worry bout much
Just count these millions
What a feeling, get top in the benz
But it ain’t no ceiling
What a feeling, ain’t worry bout them niggas
That’s over there grilling
Cause y’all ain’t really, really want much
y’all ain’t really, really want much
100k on the block, money all the time with the pay on the watch
22’s caught the eye, but the funny thing is that I came in the stock
Gotta raise by the drop, young nigga move around like I’m posed to
Fuck love, love tell me what that throat do
Let a nigga coach you, then I can’t approach you
My niggas knock niggas out tysons
Your niggas my niggas led by guns
My niggas make your niggas buy guns
Full of pumps if the niggas speak with dry lungs
My team’s high this weed loud
I’m ignant and I’m getting it
Green toes can’t imagine this pigment
Nigga keep dreaming, and I’m feeding that segment, look!
[Hook]
What a feeling, ain’t worry bout much
Just count these millions
What a feeling, get top in the benz
But it ain’t no ceiling
What a feeling, ain’t worry bout them niggas
That’s over there grilling
Cause y’all ain’t really, really want much
y’all ain’t really, really want much
I ain’t even have to write this
Grill on while I rap get like this
You hating niggas left click then right click
Runnin round always talking bout my click
See these niggas won’t hold me back,
Cause these niggas won’t hold these racks
Tell them broke boys stop it
Cause they ain’t gonn stop my profit , no
You got m’s, I got g’s
You would take l’s cause you are not these
Young g’s killing everything natzis
Last letter killing everything not z
That mean a through y is gonn die
While I count up this bread and ride out with bryce
On the passenger side while your girl send me...
You niggas can’t defeat me like fake legs
[Hook]
What a feeling, ain’t worry bout much
Just count these millions
What a feeling, get top in the benz
But it ain’t no ceiling
What a feeling, ain’t worry bout them niggas
That’s over there grilling
Cause y’all ain’t really, really want much
y’all ain’t really, really want much.
