Tyga - The Feelin’ lyrics

Niggas want interviews, wanna ask me how
I feel, how this feel, how I feel
Nigga I ain't D'Angelo, I'm droppin'
New shit all the time, play my shit
Yeah, all that shit right there bruh bruh

Ahh, don't ask me how I feel
To hear these clowns hating
Ask me how I feel to count
A hundred thou in a day
Ask me how I feel to hop
In a wraith and skate
And now I'm leaving State
Don't ask me how I feel
To know these clowns fake
Ask me how I feel to count
A hundred thou in a day
I ain't spend a twenty in a minute
I been breaking hundreds in keep the change
Cause I will fuck your change baby

Since I jumped in the game ain't fun I been
The same don't jump in my lane baby
Told you I was bussin' out the bag
Finna fuck up some change baby
Spent a lump on the gang we all stunt
We the same this my muh-fuckin' name baby
It's T-Raww so you know I'm going raw
I'm finna fuck up the game baby
My momma told me stop
Buying jewelry cause it's
Too much bling but there's no such thing
I got a lil bitch on the west
All she do is suck me
She's my lil suck ting
I got a lil bitch on the east
All she do is fuck me
She's my lil fuck ting
When we hook up on the southside put 'em
Both together they my lil slut ting
All my bitches undefeated, all my
Niggas run the city
All my enemies tell 'em come and get me
Don't ask me how I feel to
Hear a nigga speak my name
Ask me how I let the fuel in the Bentley
Don't ask me how I feel to
Know these niggas resent me
Ask me how I feel to know
All these hoes can't resist me, ooh
And fuck your interview I'm
Too busy getting busy

Don't ask me how I feel
To hear these clowns hating
Ask me how I feel to count
A hundred thou in a day
Ask me how I feel to hop
In a Wraith and skate
And now I'm leaving state
Don't ask me how I feel
To know these clowns fake
Ask me how I feel to count
A hundred thou in a day
I ain't spend a twenty in a minute
I been breaking hundreds in keep the change
Cause I will fuck your change baby

Out in Saint Tropez nigga ask me how
I feel, is the wind warm
Is the champagne chill?
Shit I just wanna chill
On a yacht making bills
I could've been a Chef
I know how to make a meal
I'm eating with my gang think my last name
Gates cause I always pay the Bill
And I put my niggas on nigga
Ask me how it feel
They rollies ain't tickin' all
My niggas getting
Splinters cause they drippin' wood will
Niggas talkin' beef I got a few OG's
That'll throw you on the grill
Give me that mouth, I'll give you them shoes
She head over heels
Niggas in them interviews been the truth
Never get the truth tho
You know how I do, get all my shit new
That's why I'm always in the news yo
Here's a question
Where the fuck was you when I
Was sleepin' on a futon
So fuck a interview cause you
Fuckin' up my view dawg

Don't ask me how I feel
To hear these clowns hating
Ask me how I feel to count
A hundred thou in a day
Ask me how I feel to hop
In a Wraith and skate
And now I'm leaving State
Don't ask me how I feel
To know these clowns fake
Ask me how I feel to count
A hundred thou in a day
I ain't spend a twenty in a minute
I been breaking hundreds in keep the change
Cause I will fuck your change baby

Would you rather know how it feel
To cop your mom a house on the hills
Fish tanks with the sharks and
The eels, just enough cash
That all your pains heal
Would you ever ever ever know how it feels
To spend 10k on champagne and let it spill
Ever heard Bun B tell you you trill
Is her ass real? I can tell
You by how it feel
Would you ever ever ever know how it feel?
Probably not
Would you ever ever ever know how it feel?
Probably not probably not