(Verse)
This that pimp %#@!,
This should feel like some old late '90s type %#@!,

The %#@! I grew up on, but I did it big.
Say hello to the young guy in the game, popular game,
HB, all I drop is the flame, nah, !@$@, we are not in the same boat,

Care, plane, bus or a stage coat.
Just a bunch of young !@$@s from the ghetto,
Not a way they court us is simply court mellow.

Ballin, don Perrione, keep chicks crawling, bossing,
I ain't talking ditto, but !@$@, we stay flossing,
Hands down, so the crowd keep their hands up,

I live in a high rise, that's why she keep her $$# up.
I'm the ghetto black trump, spread word, spread word,
Me and my !@$@s are on now, roger that, federal, never scurr.


(Hook)
What a feeling, ain't worry about much, just count these millions,

What a feeling, get up in the Benz, but it ain't no ceiling.
What a feeling, ain't worry about the !@$@s that's over the grilly,
Cause I don't really really want much,

Yeah, I don't really really want much.
What a feeling, ain't worry about much, just count these millions,
What a feeling, get up in the Benz, but it ain't no ceiling.

What a feeling, ain't worry about the !@$@s that's over the grilly,
Cause I don't really really want much,
Yeah, I don't really really want much.


(Verse)
This for the !@$@s that came, never had a wank,

But be going hard in the pink.
Roll about it like a no limitent, that's a little game, tell her to come over and play.
What a fresh !@$@ to a day, day of life met the amphetamine,

These other rappers I'm better than, we're going somewhere in my leather jeans.
I mean, man, I, I never had a dad, riding with my momma with no exit in my Cadillac.
Way for trying new outfits, young tick in them house lits,

Have the money coming like a baseball pitch, fast,
!@^%, we all rich.


(Hook)
What a feeling, ain't worry about much, just count these millions,
What a feeling, get up in the Benz, but it ain't no ceiling.

What a feeling, ain't worry about the !@$@s that's over the grilly,
Cause I don't really really want much,
Yeah, I don't really really want much.

What a feeling, ain't worry about much, just count these millions,
What a feeling, get up in the Benz, but it ain't no ceiling.
What a feeling, ain't worry about the !@$@s that's over the grilly,

Cause I don't really really want much,
Yeah, I don't really really want much.


(Verse)
Hundred k on the block, money on the time with the pay on the watch
22s got an eye, but the funny thing is that I came and I stuck.

Got a raise by the drop, young !@$@ move around like I'm posed to.
$#&@ love, tell me what that throw do, let a !@$@ coach you, then I can approach you.
My !@$@s not !@$@s all tie sons, your !@$@s my !@$@s let buy guns.

My !@$@s make your !@$@s buy guns, from the pump if a !@$@ speak with dry lungs.
My tank is high, this weed loud, I'm eggling, I'm getting it,
Ringtones can't imagine this picnic, I keep dreaming I feed that segment.


(Hook)
What a feeling, ain't worry about much, just count these millions,

What a feeling, get up in the Benz, but it ain't no ceiling.
What a feeling, ain't worry about the !@$@s that's over the grilly,
Cause I don't really really want much,

Yeah, I don't really really want much.
What a feeling, ain't worry about much, just count these millions,
What a feeling, get up in the Benz, but it ain't no ceiling.

What a feeling, ain't worry about the !@$@s that's over the grilly,
Cause I don't really really want much,
Yeah, I don't really really want much.


(Verse)
I ain't even had to write this, grey long while I rap get it like this,

You hear the !@$@s left then right click,
Get around, always talking about my click.
See, these !@$@s won't hold me back,
cause these !@$@s won't hold these racks,
Tell them broke boy stop it,

Cause they ain't gonna stop my profit, no.
He got jems, I got Gs, you will take Ls, cause you are not these.
Young Gs killing everything, !#@$s, last letter killed everything not see.
That mean eight to why is gonna die, while I count on this bread and write out with pride,
On the passenger side while your girl sit in jay pays,

You !@$@s can't defeat me like fake legs.

(Hook)
What a feeling, ain't worry about much, just count these millions,
What a feeling, get up in the Benz, but it ain't no ceiling.

What a feeling, ain't worry about the !@$@s that's over the grilly,
Cause I don't really really want much,
Yeah, I don't really really want much.
What a feeling, ain't worry about much, just count these millions,
What a feeling, get up in the Benz, but it ain't no ceiling.

What a feeling, ain't worry about the !@$@s that's over the grilly,
Cause I don't really really want much,
Yeah, I don't really really want much.