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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ace Hood
Ace Hood
Performer
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. McColister
A. McColister
Composer
I. Lewis
I. Lewis
Composer
G. Lewis
G. Lewis
Composer
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BenBillions
BenBillions
Producer
LunchMoney Lewis
LunchMoney Lewis
Producer
Inderan K. Bailey
Inderan K. Bailey
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Joe Zarrillo
Joe Zarrillo
Assistant Engineer
Andy Barnes
Andy Barnes
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sitting comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
[Verse 2]
I know how it feel to be broke
And I know what it take to get rich
I know what it's like to have them **** hating on you
Turn around, be the same ones jumping on your dick
Funny how shit'll change when you get a little change
Seeing my old friends and knowing it ain't the same
Copping my first watch, rocking my first chain
Only one in the hood you see in a red Range
I know how it feel, baby, I know how it feel
I still get chills thinking about my first mil
I had to take a loss, it's part of being a boss
Now all my **** floss, we ain't worried about the cost 'cause
[Verse 3]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sitting comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
[Verse 4]
Now it's private planes for my woes and their partners
LOL at the bank smiling
City to city, state to state
My **** look what we accomplished
Hey, thinking back on my worst days
Now my homies in the club sipping bubbly, yeah
Plenty cake, happy birthday
I know the feeling when putting on for your birthplace
It's going down ****, mayday
Gold chain, big bottles from my woadie
Throw up your Rollie, put it high in the sky
And wave that motherfucker side to side
[Verse 5]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sitting comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
[Verse 6]
Way up, ****, way up
I thank God for the day a **** came up
Pocket full of big faces
I'm in the club, someone point me to the waitress
They like, who that? Who that spending all that dough?
Hashtag, we them **** on my IG post
Your favorite model call me papito
The Panamera's all white, I'm on my cocaine flow
Woo, you got me feeling like the man of the year
Everything trill over here
We just throw the Rollie in the sky and then we wave 'em side to side
For my **** in the celly doing time
[Verse 7]
I know how it feel
Everybody looking while you walking in the club straight flexing
I know how it feel
Standing on the couch, waitress bringing bottles to my section
I know how it feel
Woke up this morning with a bad bitch laying on my pillow
I know how it feel
Came from the dirt, now I sitting comfy on a mil
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
I know how it feel
I know, I know how it feel, I know, I know how it feel
[Verse 8]
Y'all **** mad
Move 'round in foreign whips, ****
Popping off in them clubs, ****
Bottles on bottles on bottles, ****
Pretty women all over the place
Me and my hood nation ****
Y'all know we started from this shit, ****
Broward County for life
Yeah, we the motherfucking best
Ground up, I know how it feel
Nothin' to sell 'em
Written by: A. McColister, B. Diehl, G. Lewis, I. Lewis
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