Mook TBG - How It Feels lyrics

We got ice lot's of ice
Yeah dBTHEPLUG
Yeah

Wake up in the hills, count dollar bills
Don't know how it feels
(Don't know how it feels)
We in the streets for real, yeah
I'm might bless this
We gon' stretch him he act reckless
(He act reckless)
I put TBG on my neck and my necklace
(And my necklace)
My bitch want a new Tesla, she talk nice
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt) and I might let her
(And I might let her)
I trust my dawgs, but they my dawgs
I still be clutchin'
Spend a hundred like it's nothing, no
I don't pop no pills, get behind the wheel
I still be swervin' (Swerve)
Get racks, I don't get nervous
My cousins still be servin'
Fuck all the opps, I know they hurtine

I 'bout to go on tour, when I get back
We goin' on Forbes
These rap niggas make me bored
I really be goin' where they can't afford
Fuck all that, tryin' to be
Humble, I'm in the jungle, ready to rumble
(Let's get it) niggas ain't give me none
Now I'll pull up in the 63 stuntin'
(Lets Go) and the whole team with me
Comin', we 'bout money, no discussion
And I know lil' Shawty love
Me, I'm on a road
She still don't trust me
And I'm comin' back with the load
It's time to expose all of you bros (Woah)
And I split the money with the
Woes, they buying new clothes
She drivin' the boat
And my uncle still doin' Coke
Fuckin' up his nose tryna give him hope
And I gotta make it back home
When I hit the stage they know all my songs
(yeah) money call, take it straight to
The dome, come in late
She go straight through my phone
I don't know why she won't leave me alone
(Woah)

Wake up in the hills, count dollar bills
Don't know how it feels
(Don't know how it feels)
We in the streets for real, yeah
I'm might bless this
We gon' stretch him he act reckless
(He act reckless)
I put TBG on my neck and my necklace
(And my necklace)
My bitch want a new Tesla, she talk nice
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt) and I might let her
(And I might let her)
I trust my dawgs, but they my dawgs
I still be clutchin'
Spend a hundred like it's nothing, no
I don't pop no pills, get behind the wheel
I still be swervin' (Swerve)
Get racks, I don't get nervous
My cousins still be servin'
Fuck all the opps, I know they hurtin'