Lyrics What It Feels Like - Tish Hyman, Ty Dolla $ign, DeJ Loaf

What It Feels Like

Yeah
Yo, yo
Yo, how that feel?
Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred
Hundred thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
Two hundred on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass 'cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can tell you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can tell you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can tell you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like
I’m from New York City so you know you better come right
Tourin' overseas, no sleep 'til sunrise
If that is your girl, then she wasn’t last night
Don’t be mad at me, nigga, that’s your life
Said she like my jewels, wanna know what it feel like
You got too many rules and she lookin' for the free life
Drop top Rolls, she tryna catch a breeze like
She know I got the gold, she tryna catch a breeze like
Hundred thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
Two hundred on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass 'cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can tell you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can tell you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can tell you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like
She know what it feels like
She know Dolla lay the pipe (Aw yeah)
Baby got a past (So what?)
She got miles on that ass
Shawty been in mansions
Shawty been in foreigns
I just fucked lil' shawty
She told me you’re borin'
Hotel, hotel suite (Hotel, hotel, hotel)
I’ma do the Louis Supreme (Swag)
Shoppin' 'til we fall out (Fall out)
We just fuck after we fall out, ooh yeah
Hundred thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
Two hundred on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass 'cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can tell you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can tell you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can tell you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like
Chanel bags, Givenchy
In the back of the whip, watch you lean on me
Your nigga be purped out
I ain’t talkin' 'bout no weed
I never up the same OG’s
Bust down, twin Rollies
Bust ya down, try to rob me
Yeah (Wait)
Passport, get you stamped
Have you ever flown on a jet?
Baby, let me take you there
Pick a place, we go there (Yeah)
Eeny meeny minie moe
We spend it all 'cause there’s plenty more (Woah)
Hundred thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
Two hundred on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass 'cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can tell you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can tell you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can tell you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like
Baby (I, I know what it feels like)
Baby
You wanna feel it, baby, yeah (I, I know what it feels like)
Baby (I know what it feels like)
You wanna feel it, baby, yeah (I know what it feels like)
(Know what it feels like)