Feels Like Sunday

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah What do you see when you close your eyelids? All these dreams on God's timing Heard the pressure makes diamonds No rest till my stylist speak Italian Till my neck rose gold and albums diamond You've got it bad, I want the finest Maxhosa on Drip, all that designer Out here living life like we designed it World at my feet, I treat the wife like a Goddess Girl you know you've got it Irrespective, we make it work regardless Big dreams but they ain't really about it Cap and gown, we made is Summa Cum Laude Living off acres like; "hey, hello, howdy" Or a penthouse and an Audi Cause we're on the grind as long as we're out here Yeah I feel, I feel, I feel I feel, I feel, I feel Like cold water and Advil Cause last night was mad real Yeah You've been on my mind I hope you know it That this life ain't nothing but a moment Oh tell me what it feel like Oh and if it's real life Yeah! What it feel like Or tell me if it's real life Yeah! what it feel like Or tell me if it's real life Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh She said she like magintsa Said I like me Mona Lisa Loud music blurring out your speakers I like blowing bags just because, yeah Money makes the world go round, so they don't need husbands, yeah But we've been praying so hard even our knees hurting Yeah, she said if we've got the bag then why'd we need churches? Yeah When we pray to Dior and all the drip's Burberry Hit the strip and then we're out to Jersey Get the bag and dip, bright and early Collard greens, hey big Shirley, yeah I'm out at two thirty So tell me what it feel like Oh and if it's real life Yeah! What it feel like Or tell me if it's real life Yeah! what it feel like Or tell me if it's real life Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh