Jay Critch - Oh What A Feeling Lyrics

Turn my headphones up
Ayy, Jay Critch, Hood Fav
Hey (Gracias, Fiji)
Ayy

Got a bag, spoke this shit to existence
It's a thousand ways to get this chicken (get this cake)
Treat these niggas like they nonexistent
Smoke the gas, it ain't cloudin' my vision
And I get buckets like I'm on the Pistons
I'ma just hop in that Wraith and get missin' (yoom)
I'm with the baddie, I'm changin' positions
Whole lotta rackies, they hate how I'm livin' (hate how I'm livin')
It's 'bout a check, I can't get wait to get it (wait to get it)
Ayy, count it like, "Oh, what a feeling" (oh, what a feeling)
I run it up 'til it's over the limit (over the limit)
I say the word then it's over, they spinnin'
I'm set for life, I was broke for a minute (broke for a minute)
I don't fuck with 'em, ain't feelin' they energy (feelin' they energy)
If he move funny, we fry him like Kennedy (grrah)
I'm comin' through presidential like Kennedy (like Kennedy)
But I got whole lotta shots for my enemies (for my enemies)
I'm livin' good, prayin' that it don't go bad (go bad)
These niggas takin' that L, tell 'em, "Hold that" (tell 'em, "Hold that")
He wanted clout and then he got a toe-tag (boom)

I'm gettin' rich and it's makin' 'em so mad (so mad)
These niggas jersey retired, they throwbacks
I was finessin', but I cannot go back (no)
Soon as she step in the crib, she gon' throw back (Hey)
And if they throwin' bullets, we throw back (throw back)
That's police at the door, gotta go check
And my bro made a bag off of dope packs (jugg)
That shit off of the hook like coatcheck (hey)
Like it ain't no security at the door
Man, these niggas get no checks (man, these niggas get no money)
I need a hundred milli' with a Richard Millie, all I wanted was Rolex (ice)
I gotta keep it with me in a different city
I get paid just to go flex (keep that tool on me, you know that)
We'll spin your block like (boom, boom)
Uh, then spin it back like go Flex (go Flex)
This money shit gettin' easy to me (gettin' easy to me)
Tell the lawyers, "Go read it for me" (go read it for me)
Windows tinted, can't see it was me (can't see it was me)
In the foreign, I heated the seats (30)

Got a bag, spoke this shit to existence
It's a thousand ways to get this chicken (get this cake)
Treat these niggas like they nonexistent (they don't exist)
Smoke the gas, it ain't cloudin' my vision
And I get buckets like I'm on the Pistons
I'ma just hop in that Wraith and get missin' (yoom)
I'm with the baddie, I'm changin' positions
Whole lotta rackies, they hate how I'm livin' (hate how I'm livin')
It's 'bout a check, I can't get wait to get it (wait to get it)
Ayy, count it like, "Oh, what a feeling" (oh, what a feeling)
I run it up 'til it's over the limit (over the limit)
I say the word then it's over, they spinnin'
I'm set for life, I was broke for a minute (broke for a minute)
I don't fuck with 'em, ain't feelin' they energy (feelin' they energy)
If he move funny, we fry him like Kennedy (grrah)
I'm comin' through presidential like Kennedy
But I got whole lotta shots for my enemies
But I got whole lotta shots for my enemies

Hey