How Does It Feel

Hola

Billionaire, club muchacho

Assorted flavors in these gelatos

Inspire young minds and stack my nachos

With the rock determination of a vato

Running across the border with bricks in his poncho

Face like a shot when it's bustin' my Glock cold

Planning these things 'til I die

When the Holy Father hand me my wings

When I was young, yo, the teacher couldn't stand what we dreamed

Giving me music like drugs in the hand of a fiend

Let's shoot it up

See me on the TV, the cuties, they wanna fuck

Both presidential, this plus and couped it up

Got more hits than a zip, who want enough?

I can go back in time, you be Judge Ito

With my minute repeater, I know you think it neato

It repeats the minutes, something like your TiVo

But it's three hundred thousand more with no remote

Jacob and Lorraine, I used to deal with Tito

But he clowned me and told me that my money's Fritos

Now the Enzo doors go up like a D-Lo-reon

Same song sung by my man, Nigo

SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh hell jar

Nigga, we boss

P shall not get hot, he too frost

Yessir, my nigga, close your eyes

Just picture yourself just holdin' pies

Implement a plan and you'll surely rise

That's promised by the man that control the skies

'Cause you see I know that shit so ill

Better yet, doggy, just tell me how you feel

Haha, how you feel, dog?

We just picture, thinkin', dreamin', schemin'

Bleedin', readin', all in the late night

Shakin', boilin', lacin', bakin'

Shapin', shavin', gotta get this cake right

As I serve it, you just burn it

Breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight

Nigga, how does it feel?

Haha, yessir

Nigga, you don't know me

I'm part Howard Hughes, part horny, part holy

First trick on the ramp is the rockin' Rollie

Keep one on my staff with the new chrome-y

It bequeaths me to mention that I've been bitten

But it forced me to chuckle at what critics have written

"He dresses insane but his music admire"

Ask Anna Wintour from Vogue and Esquire

And Vanity Fair, you like, "Can it be, yeah"

But you should guess who's in the insanity chair

Now it ain't about what I want

Still thumbin' through my life like it's drug store porn

It's one thing to say that you did it

It's one thing to lie about your digits

It's one thing to say that you're livin'

It's another for you fuckers to admit it

But I admit I got all this paper

Plus the prettiest faces that's offered by nature

I drive a case, but, excuse me, Casper

Wanna meet 'em at my house, I got space like NASA

It'll make me happier, by itself it's sadder

Or like my sister's states when she lost her papa

I been there, gettin' a stroke and nothin' to trap her

John could do, it's ironic but true

A man dies, baby born, despair as Peru

It's a simple clue between us and imposters

We hop in the air and don't care what it cost us

Now I'm with N.E.R.D. with a pit full of Martians

I guess you could say that we fly like saucers

Zappin' at niggas, with class and add vigor

The cash and crash whippers, the thrasher, mad gripper

Go 'head and say it (You a rappin'-ass nigga)

Yessir, my nigga, close your eyes

Just picture yourself just holdin' pies

Implement a plan and you'll surely rise

That's promised by the man that control the skies

'Cause you see I know that shit so ill

Better yet, doggy, just tell me how you feel

Haha, how you feel, dog?

We just picture, thinkin', dreamin', schemin'

Bleedin', readin', all in the late night

Shakin', boilin', lacin', bakin'

Shapin', shavin', gotta get this cake right

As I serve it, you just burn it

Breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight

Nigga, how does it feel?

Haha, yessir