Lyrics provided by https://www.songarea.com/ ---How Does It Feel?--- --Pharrell Williams-- [Intro] Yessir! Haha, lil' Skateboard P Hey! Mr. Vener! Uh-huh, yo, hola [Verse 1] Billionaire Club muchacho Assorted flavors in these helados Inspire young minds, and stack my nachos With the raw determination of a vato Run across the border with bricks in his poncho Face like a shot when it's bussin' by glocko Planning these things 'til I die When the Holy Father hand me my wings, when I was young, yo The teacher couldn't stand when we dreamed Giving me music like drugs in the hand of a fiend—and shoot it up See me on the TV, the cuties, they wanna fuck Both residential that's plush and couped it up Got more hits than a zip, who want it nuh? I can go back in time, you be Judge Ito With my minute repeater, I know you're thinking "neat-o!" 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 Ree-on, same song sung by my man Nigo SLR, when the doors go up it's like a fresh L jar Nigga, we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost Yessir! [Chorus] My nigga, close your eyes Just picture yourself just holdin' pies Implement a plan and you surely rise This promised by the man that controlled the skies Don't you see? I know that shit so ill Better yet, doggie, just tell me how ya feel Haha, how you feel, dawg? 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 [Verse 2] 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 a new pro chromey It bequeaths me to mention that I've been bitten But affords 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 Kennedy here 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 drugstore 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 live it 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 cas'per, 'scuse me, Casper Wanna meet 'em in my house, I got space like NASA But it don't make me happier by itself, or sadder Or like my sister Stace when she lost her pappa Or Ben dad gettin' a stroke, and nothin' that Trapper John could do; it's ironic but true A man dies, baby born, it's fair as Peru It's a simple clue between us and imposters We hop in the air and don't care what it costs us Now I'm with N.E.R.D. with a pit full of moshers I guess you could say that we fly like saucers Zappin' at niggas, we're classin' at vigor The cash and crash whippers, the Thrasher mag gripper Go 'head and say it: "You a rappin' ass nigga" Yessir! [Chorus] My nigga, close your eyes Just picture yourself just holdin' pies Implement a plan and you surely rise This promised by the man that controlled the skies Don't you see? I know that shit so ill Better yet, doggie, just tell me how ya feel Haha, how you feel, dawg? 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 [Outro] Nigga, you don't know me