Incredible Feelin' - Slim Thug, Jazze Pha

It’s such an incredible feeling

In this past year I done made a few million

I tried to hide it, but ain’t no concealing

Stacking my paper, up to the ceiling

(I pimp) pimping since pimping been pimping

Macking since macking been macking

Y’all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen (I pimp)

Y’all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen

Y’all niggaz talking, but me and my niggaz make it happen

Slim having major change man, and it ain’t no secret

With them diamonds chains and rings, it ain’t hard to peep it You can catch me in the shopping mall, rediculous bash

Check my restroom trash, all I do is pop tags (pop tags)

And drop rags off of show room floors

Fa sho, I change loads like ho’s change clothes

The whole industry knows, how we roll down in texas

Phantom Rolls on 24s, rose gold diamond necklace

Slim shows and tell, so these ho’s know me well

I been closing candy doors since Pac was in jail

Hell, I can’t complain it’s a beautiful feeling

From being broke on ya ass to having cash to the ceiling

I was a mill plus before this record deal stuff

You niggaz talking but we walking shit, for real wit us They think we country and ain’t up on game

Until they see them different colors in the Boss Hogg chain

Or the blue spray Bentley valeted outside of the club

Is that 50 or Jay-Z?

naw baby it’s Thug

And I ain’t playing in no league, or on teams with Steve

I ain’t get this from no settlement that I didn’t receive

Please believe, the world ain’t seen too many me’s

I don’t think the lord created a lot of these G’s

Cause these days I just sit back enjoying the feeling

I was broke on my ass now my cash to the ceiling

Pimping ain’t dead!

these ho’s just scared!

You see it everywhere, but it starts in ya head

Next comes the bread, shit’s sweet like Jiffy

Used to do beats for a G, but now a nigga get fifty

It’s my time to shine, hard times behind me (bling!)

Forty gold and platinum plaques!

and still climbing

And if I lose money, then the paper come find me Said I was through with rapping, till Sho Nuff signed me Thank God for the change, cause errbody ain’t able

Made a mill slanging beats, that’s not including my label

Jazze Pha, Sho Nuff, every crib with some cable

I got a dollar worth of dimes in my stable