I'm Feelin (Feat. Problem, J.R. Donato and Juicy J)
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them fu*k nig*as don’t understand
You ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your plan
I’m feelin’ like the fu*kin’ man
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them fu*k nig*as don’t understand
You ain’t getting’ money, what’s your plan
I’m feelin’ like the fu*kin’ man
Knew I’d be the man one day
Knew I’d be the, knew I’d be the man one day (booya)
VIP with a flock of Kelly Bundys
All callin’ me daddy like my son say
Wizzy, what the tweak be
All mamas that kk got me sleepy
Nwa, I’m easy
Got these bit*hes sayin’ “yeah” like Jeezy
My clique is heavy, my weed is smelly
Big crib don’t need a telly
I ride with them real goons with machine guns, don’t need a Kelly
Talkin’ sh*t but we turnt up too
Drunk as hell, that’s what turnt up do
Talkin’ pounds we done smoked them too
Talkin’ millions we aren’t the few
Talkin’ champagne they brought it through
Hundred million they rep my gang
Goin’ fast when I’m in my lane
Diamond that be my gang
Smoked it up, you don’t smoke enough
Boy you sweet, you so coconut
Weed is loud, get close enough
Sh*t get sticky on purple stuff
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them fu*k nig*as don’t understand
You ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your plan
I’m feelin’ like the fu*kin’ man
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them fu*k nig*as don’t understand
You ain’t getting’ money, what’s your plan
I’m feelin’ like the fu*kin’ man
Chick on
Hopped out in them shell-toes
Need more room for my elbows
I dropped the bomb in their
These hoes be actin’ up
These nig*as be lettin’ ‘em
Shawty rollin’ them veggies up
That’s, At the courtyard
Take it to the Marriott
Watch a nig*a paint, basquiat
Bought my own crib, so I’m growin’ pot
Got my own water, so I bought a yacht
Y’all nig*as complacent
From to that basement
To the top floor that’s so spacious
At the westin, just restin’
Me, J.R., and wiz go back like rentals
Gettin’ money watchin’ for the
Chains got to write like pencils
Got magazines for them issues
We on one, you damn right
With them bands right
She ain’t gay but she playin’ dyke
I’m no plumb’ but i’m layin’ pipe
Like why
Nig*a bout to take this shot
Nig*a really gettin’ this bread
Nig*as say they ballin’ but they not
Smokin weed, livin’ in the air
I grind so I’m getting’ what I got, ooh
I go hard and these fu*k nig*as,
man they ain’t got a clue, ooh
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them fu*k nig*as don’t understand
You ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your plan
I’m feelin’ like the fu*kin’ man
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them fu*k nig*as don’t understand
You ain’t getting’ money, what’s your plan
I’m feelin’ like the fu*kin’ man
So much chiefin’ and sippin’ that mud
Nig*as think I am the plug
Crank in the club while you makin’ it rain
Juicy j he be makin’ it flood
Fu*k it man I threw it all
She never no draws
That sh*t be good I would pass her the sack
Bit*h I’m like Santa Claus
Money and smokin’ weight
Make a mess I’m holdin’ cake
Nig*a I take yo bit*h nig*a
That’s the reason why you love to hate
I buy Louis just to meditate
Kush bags just to medicate
I’m just tryna levitate
Hit the mall and blow a whip
Hundred k I double dip
Turn around and double it
Nig*a I supply the hood
Got plastics filled with Benjamin’s
Juicy j I’m gettin’ that purp, work
Pockets never hurt
If I fall off (nope), the trap where I revert
compositores: Cameron Thomaz, Jordan Houston, Jason Martin, Demetrius Gordon
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