[OTF NuNu: Hook]
Drop top Rolls Royce got me feelin' good
Bitch I'm headed to the top, yeah I'm feelin' good
Check a bag, operation make it out the hood
Iced-out Audemar got me feelin' good
Drop a deuce in that 20 got me feelin' good
Got a pocket full of hunnids, yeah I'm feelin' good
Tryna take me out my glory, wish a n***a would
First place, n***as mad but I'm feelin' good

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm feelin' good, yeah I'm True'd up
Couple shooters on my team you know we turnin' up
Bad bitches on my dick you know they tryna fuck
Automatic, drum clips, who want war with us?
White Pelly, white letters, we trend setters
Sneak diss, we comin' for you, we dough getters
My gang, 3 words or 3 letters (O-T-F)
8 months, in the game I'm gettin' better
Up the .40, hit'em up with no sweater
XD's, 40 Ruger's and few Beretta's
Solid n***as, never fold under pressure
Bang Bros, fuckin' bitches, Hugh Hefner
Audemar on my wrist, bitch that's 30 G's
Rari's by the drop top, got no keys
Red bone, super thick like Alicia Keys
Two 40, both twins call'em Siamese
Feelin' good, poppin' bottles up in first place
Chiraq, O-T-F you know we holdin' weight
N***as pussy, they ain't real and I can't relate
Foreign car, V12, it's a straight eight
Breitling, iced-out, can't see the face
Bailey, gold bottles, got a fifth of 8
On my way to the top and I can't wait
Fendi everything, got a n***a feelin' great
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Hold on, hold on, wait a minute, know I'm feelin' good
When you make it to the top they say you Hollywood
N***as mad cause thay ain't never make it out the hood
Ridin' round wit' my pipe, I wish a n***a would
Rolex, Robin Jeans and white Prada's
O-T-F on the rise and they can't stop us
Flexin' in designer, Dolce & Gabbana
We gon' make it out the hood, I put that on my mama
Close a door, pressin' button, that's how you started
Boss n***as don't carry money they tell'em charge it
Sippin' med, I'm feelin' good don't need a doctor
Fully loaded, wit' the squad for sirens we cautious
Tweak wit' us, we smokin' shit you better stop it
Carry 30's, wartime, we play wit' Choppers
Squad bussin', they off the drug, they poppin' yappers
Murder scene, close case, we takin' talkers
Feelin' good, popped a flat, got me goin' crazy
Drop the deuce in that 20, got me feelin' lazy
Got a pocket full of hunnids, love them big faces
Color Stones on my neck like a n***a racist
Louie loafers, 2 straps with no license
Foreign car, foreign bitches, exotic places
Feds watchin', Instagram, they build the cases
Feelin' good, O-T-F we finally made it
[Hook]