Happy Feelins Lyrics

I get happy when i'm making money happy when i'm stackin hunnids happy when i'm trappin dummy happy when i'm taxing dummies white boy rick my main nigga black not white but chain niggas russian chop put pain in ya pump dat kurt cobain in ya I go to head to toe vuitton I can't get this hoe in line I can't post no pole online I rush through the whole o-line strapped on shit like lighter leash you can't get no fights w me that's why I got pipes w me if I lack I got snipe w me my mama know i'm insane since dat day I cried fa shane felt the same but lackin shame fuck the fame it's all a game bearding up like james harden trapped the east to salem garden why we beef w same honors?

Blm but slang choppas might say fuck yo whole committee it's just me that's rollin w me blue strip me like rollin 60s 60 shots i'm throwin 50 carry me by 6 before you ever let me judged by 12 shoot like klay in 6 w no defense you snitch you goin to hell spread dat money young nigga! Yeen never had shit cuh