That Feeling - Travis Porter

All I wanna do is take all my niggas to Vegas

Buy a pound of weed and smoke it get them niggas faded

Yeah and buy some liquor man we gonna get wasted

Poppin' bottles on them hoes and tell them"Bitch we made it"

Yeah I wanna get a hundred grand of singles

Stack them shit so just like Pringles

Thanking God I’m single

Yeah, ready to mingle down

I’m trying to slam dunk

Yeah tryin' to finger roll

You know that feeling feeling feelin'

Like everything’s changing

That feeling, feeling like you was

Instantly famous, feel that

Yeah, fuck that nigga Yeah I’m a kill that

And Y’all niggas don’t know me

My team we got that feeling

We need some fucking trophies

Uh, we do it for the whole team

You know that feeling like you won a superbowl ring

We don’t never get a day off, nah

Make the city proud like we won the playoffs

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

Feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

Feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

I got this feeling this feeling I know it

That I’m about to make some millions, some millions then blow it

My my my my new bitch brazilian, she gorgeous

This new life that I’m living it’s hard to absorb it

Ever had that feeling when you pull out they say who that

New school, blue black, drop top, push back

It’s Ali I knew that, threw the whole bar 2 stacks

When I’m in the building and the hoes run a full flack

Trust an puerto rican, margaritas, burrito

Vacation with my people, we do this for our people

You know that feeling like you won a superbowl ring

No bo-ho man I’m playing for the team

Yeah, we do it for the whole team

You know that feeling like you won a superbowl ring

We don’t never get a day off, nah

Make the city proud like we won the playoffs

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

Fill 'em to the fall, jerk 'em to the right

Feeling like a Mo, look at me and not the size

We’re here for those how we roll

It’s the feeling of a boss

I got trials on my line, got a million dollars house

We used to rot in coogie sweaters

Now it’s Gucci all the time

Freshen hair, leather season

Wanna toll the summer time

Used to have a little bank roll

Now my bank roll larger, Strain former Camaro

Hot dite Charger

Gerry Guardian seats

Green light Shlick rims

Check my ring out Oh I’m on my superbowl shit

I’m flat in the sky, I’m up there with the birds

I do it for the team, you can motherfuck what you heard

Yeah, we do it for the whole team

You know that feeling like you won a superbowl ring

We don’t never get a day off, nah

Make the city proud like we won the playoffs

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling

That feeling, that feeling, that feeling, that feeling