[Intro: Quavo]
Feelin' great, whoa
Feelin' aight, feelin' okay, yeah
What a feeling
What a feeling!
[Chorus: Quavo]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Talk to em' Quavo
Takin' back the streets you know I own
Trap and cap when momma ain't at home
When she cook up the dope call it Nia Long
Kickin' dough was my specialty
Mama told me she gon' get at me
But I was worried 'bout the police
Runnin' from 12 in a Gucci fleece
It's a great feeling that they notice me
Came from bando to mansion to TV screen
No more trappin' no more ReNeNe
Now it's double XL Migo magazine
Don't get me wrong, I keep the magazine
Now I'm the last don, shout out to Master P
I pray to lord, devil don't tackle me
What a great feelin' million dollar me
Feelin' great, whoa
Feelin' aight, feelin' okay, yeah
What a feeling
What a feeling!
[Chorus: Quavo]
Trap out the bando, I really did it
Mamacita, bad bitch, and we split em' hit em
Whole lotta money, give it to the children
Whole lotta choppas coolin' with extensions
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
What a feelin', what a feelin'
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Talk to em' Quavo
Takin' back the streets you know I own
Trap and cap when momma ain't at home
When she cook up the dope call it Nia Long
Kickin' dough was my specialty
Mama told me she gon' get at me
But I was worried 'bout the police
Runnin' from 12 in a Gucci fleece
It's a great feeling that they notice me
Came from bando to mansion to TV screen
No more trappin' no more ReNeNe
Now it's double XL Migo magazine
Don't get me wrong, I keep the magazine
Now I'm the last don, shout out to Master P
I pray to lord, devil don't tackle me
What a great feelin' million dollar me
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