Letras de How Does It Feel

Hola

Billionaire, club muchacho
Assorted flavors in these gelatos
Inspire young minds and stack my nachos
With the rock determination of a vato

Running across the border with bricks in his poncho
Face like a shot when it′s bustin' my Glock cold
Planning these things ′til I die
When the Holy Father hand me my wings
When I was young, yo, the teacher couldn't stand what we dreamed
Giving me music like drugs in the hand of a fiend
Let's shoot it up
See me on the TV, the cuties, they wanna fuck
Both presidential, this plus and couped it up
Got more hits than a zip, who want enough?

I can go back in time, you be Judge Ito
With my minute repeater, I know you think it 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-reon
Same song sung by my man, Nigo
SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh hell jar
Nigga, we boss
P shall not get hot, he too frost

Yessir, my nigga, close your eyes
Just picture yourself just holdin′ pies
Implement a plan and you'll surely rise
That′s promised by the man that control the skies
'Cause you see I know that shit so ill
Better yet, doggy, just tell me how you feel
Haha, how you feel, dog?

We just picture, thinkin′, dreamin', schemin'
Bleedin′, readin′, all in the late night
Shakin', boilin′, lacin', bakin′
Shapin', shavin′, gotta get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it
Breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
Nigga, how does it feel?
Haha, yessir

Nigga, you don't know me
I'm part Howard Hughes, part horny, part holy
First trick on the ramp is the rockin′ Rollie
Keep one on my staff with the new chrome-y

It bequeaths me to mention that I′ve been bitten
But it forced me to chuckle at what critics have written
"He dresses insane but his music admire"
Ask Anna Wintour from Vogue and Esquire
And Vanity Fair, you like, "Can it be, yeah"
But you should guess who's in the insanity chair
Now it ain′t about what I want
Still thumbin' through my life like it′s drug store porn

It's one thing to say that you did it
It′s one thing to lie about your digits
It's one thing to say that you're livin′
It′s another for you fuckers to admit it
But I admit I got all this paper
Plus the prettiest faces that's offered by nature
I drive a case, but, excuse me, Casper

Wanna meet ′em at my house, I got space like NASA

It'll make me happier, by itself it′s sadder

Or like my sister's states when she lost her papa

I been there, gettin′ a stroke and nothin' to trap her

John could do, it's ironic but true

A man dies, baby born, despair as Peru

It′s a simple clue between us and imposters

We hop in the air and don′t care what it cost us
Now I'm with N.E.R.D. with a pit full of Martians
I guess you could say that we fly like saucers
Zappin′ at niggas, with class and add vigor
The cash and crash whippers, the thrasher, mad gripper
Go 'head and say it (You a rappin′-ass nigga)
Yessir, my nigga, close your eyes
Just picture yourself just holdin' pies
Implement a plan and you′ll surely rise
That's promised by the man that control the skies

'Cause you see I know that shit so ill
Better yet, doggy, just tell me how you feel
Haha, how you feel, dog?

We just picture, thinkin′, dreamin′, schemin'
Bleedin′, readin', all in the late night
Shakin′, boilin', lacin′, bakin'
Shapin', shavin′, gotta get this cake right
As I serve it, you just burn it
Breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
Nigga, how does it feel?
Haha, yessir