WONDERFUL FEELING Nafe Smallz
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[Intro]
(Yo, Eight)
(Guapa, baby)
[Chorus]
Money incoming, a wonderful feelin'
That blunt full of Cali, it hit like a pill in it
Weed get me numb, she don't know that I'm hittin'
She don't know that I'm hittin'
I fuck on a ten and she one in a million
She don't know if I'm a hero or villain
When you from the street, this shit ain't no different (She don't know)
Money incoming, a wonderful feelin'
That blunt full of Cali, it hit like a pill in it
Weed get me numb, she don't know that I'm hittin'
She don't know that I'm hittin'
I fuck on a ten and she one in a million
She don't know if I'm a hero or villain
When you from the street, this shit ain't no different (Different, no, no, no, no)
[Verse 1]
You see all the smoke out the Cullinan
Like the cup, all the money be doublin'
Why the thoughts I be havin' so troublin'
Even through Stunnas they see that I'm stunnin' 'em
Gelato, I land it and crumble it
I want a MAC with a thirty-round drum on it, ayy
Make a decision and run with it
Fly out to Paris, I go have some fun with it
(Yo, Eight)
(Guapa, baby)
[Chorus]
Money incoming, a wonderful feelin'
That blunt full of Cali, it hit like a pill in it
Weed get me numb, she don't know that I'm hittin'
She don't know that I'm hittin'
I fuck on a ten and she one in a million
She don't know if I'm a hero or villain
When you from the street, this shit ain't no different (She don't know)
Money incoming, a wonderful feelin'
That blunt full of Cali, it hit like a pill in it
Weed get me numb, she don't know that I'm hittin'
She don't know that I'm hittin'
I fuck on a ten and she one in a million
She don't know if I'm a hero or villain
When you from the street, this shit ain't no different (Different, no, no, no, no)
[Verse 1]
You see all the smoke out the Cullinan
Like the cup, all the money be doublin'
Why the thoughts I be havin' so troublin'
Even through Stunnas they see that I'm stunnin' 'em
Gelato, I land it and crumble it
I want a MAC with a thirty-round drum on it, ayy
Make a decision and run with it
Fly out to Paris, I go have some fun with it
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