How I'm Feelin

[Produced By Twan] [Hook – Skippa Da Flippa] Say you want to have a talk, well let’s talk millions Tryna get to the billions, M&Ms in the ceiling Only rerock the op, free cocaine when I’m dealing Thanking to god when I’m mealing, the diamonds are killing So this what I’m feeling, this what I’m feeling Tell you how I’m feeling, tell you how I’m feeling This how I’m feeling, tryna get a million This how I’m feeling, this why I’m dealing [Verse 1 – Takeoff] This how I’m feeling, I feel like a million That’s why I’m dealing, she digging my pimping Double cup Actavis that I be drinking The doctor he said it be killing my kidneys Pour up a four so a nigga can feel it F&N hollow tip, the clip extended Trapping and dabbing, I’m making a killing Living, had to supercharge my Bentley Talking bout me like I murdered a nigga So I’m killing niggas, no witness I seen a million but came from a penny 24 karat on my neck, Egyptian You niggas be flexing, you more like a character in a library section called fiction I just bought a mansion with 100 acres A pool and Jacuzzi, that’s just how I’m feeling I came a long way from stealing, living luxury in the mansion Our location cost 100 million [Hook] [Verse 2 – Skippa Da Flippa] So there’s no more chilling, just grinding and dealing [?] slab at the [?], for my family I shout like Prince for the Pistons Say you want to have a talk? Well let’s talk them dividends I know my father watch over me, and my angels are heaven sent And I can get lyrical, a nigga getting spiritual And I can take you back to the bando when I had to put water in my cereal But I can get trill, and this shit can get real How many M&Ms do you want young nigga? Do you want it? would you kill? So you in your feelings, bitch you in your feelings I thought we just fucking, but you want in on my millions Single cup sipping on codeine, kicking shit I got a 30 on me None of these niggas they want it with me That’s how a young nigga feel honestly [Hook] [Verse 3 – OG Maco] This how I’m feeling MC Hammer, got the micro Uzi, it’ll blam you, it’ll hit you God damnit, god damn This how we living Fucking your bitch, she telling you she at home You know what she doing, you know where she going You should check her phone, uhh Got a couple pictures in it Yeah yeah, QC the label, we winning Ooh ooh, OGG, it’s OG Mac, came from the back Uh, now we on top, now it’s going like a car This is what you cannot be, this is what you cannot stop Glock 17 in my ride, 30 clip aimed at his car, yeah yeah Pussy nigga want to try if he want to gamble with his life I don’t keep the desert I keep the AR-15 with the acog sight [Hook]