How Does it Feel? Pharrell Williams

[Intro]
(Woo, woo)
(Woo, woo)
Yessir, haha, lil' Skateboard P
(Woo, woo)
Hey, Mr. Vener
(Woo, woo)
Uh-huh, yo, hola
(Woo)

[Verse 1]
Billionaire Club, muchacho
Assorted flavors in these helados
Inspire young minds, and stack my nachos
With the raw determination of a vato
Run across the border with bricks in his poncho
Face like a shot when it's bussin' my glocko
Planning these things 'til I die
When the Holy Father hand me my wings
When I was young, yo, the teacher couldn't stand when we dreamed
Giving me music like drugs in the hand of a fiend, they shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties, they wanna fuck
Both residential, that's plush, they couped it up
Got more hits than a zip, who want a nug'?
I can go back in time, you be Judge Ito
With my minute repeater, I know you're thinking, "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
Ree-on, same song sung by my man Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh L jar
Nigga, we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
(Uh) Yessir