Wiz Khalifa - I'm Feelin Lyrics
[Featuring: J.R. Donato, Juicy J & Problem][Hook x2 – Wiz Khalifa]Damn, I just spent a hundred grandThem ***** niggas don’t understandYou ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your planI’m feelin’ like the *****in’ man[Verse 1 - ?]Knew I’d be the man one dayKnew I’d be the, knew I’d be the man one day (booya)VIP with a flock of Kelly BundysAll callin’ me daddy like my son sayWizzy, what the tweak beAll mamas that KK got me sleepyNWA, I’m easyGot these *****es sayin’ “Yeah” like Jeezy[Verse 2 – Wiz Khalifa]My clique is heavy, my weed is smellyBig crib don’t need a tellyI ride with them real goons with machine guns, don’t need a KellyTalkin’ shit but we turnt up tooDrunk as hell, that’s what turnt up doTalkin’ pounds we done smoked them tooTalkin’ millions we aren’t the fewTalkin’ champagne they brought it throughHundred million they rep my gang[Verse 3 - ?]Goin’ fast when I’m in my laneDiamond, Taylor, that be my gangSmoked it up, you don’t smoke enoughBoy you sweet, you so coconutWeed is loud, get close enoughShit get sticky on purple stuff[Hook x2][Verse 3 – J.R. Donato (and Wiz)]Met a lil' chick on MelroseHopped out in them shell-toesNeed more room for my elbowsI dropped the bomb and then hell roseThese hoes be actin’ upThese niggas be lettin’ ‘emShawty rollin’ them veggies upThat’s ??? at the courtyardTake it to the MarriottWatch a nigga paint, Basquiat(Bought my own crib, so I’m growin’ potGot my own water, so I bought a yacht)Y’all niggas complacentFrom ??? to that basementTo the top floor that’s so spaciousAt the Westin, just restin’[Verse 4 - Problem]Me, J.R., and Wiz go back like rentalsGettin’ money watchin’ for the ???Chains got to write like pencilsGot magazines for them issuesWe on one, you damn rightPants small but them bands rightShe ain’t gay but she playin’ dykeI’m no plumb’ but I’m layin’ pipeLike why[Verse 5 - Wiz Khalifa]Nigga bout to take this shotNigga really gettin’ this breadNiggas say they ballin’ but they notSmokin weed, livin’ in the airI grind so I’m getting what I got, oohI go hard and these ***** niggas, man they ain’t got a clue, ooh[Hook][Verse 6 – Juicy J]So much chiefin’ and sippin’ that mudNiggas think I am the plugCrank in the club while you makin’ it rain, Juicy J he be makin’ it flood***** it man I threw it allShe assed out never no drawersThat shit be good I would pass her the sack, ***** I’m like Santa ClausFlippin' money and smokin’ weightMake a mess I’m holdin’ cakeNigga I take yo ***** niggaThat’s the reason why you love to hateI buy Louis just to meditateKush bags just to medicateI’m just tryna levitateHit the mall and blow a whipHundred k I double dipTurn around and double itNigga I supply the hoodGot plastics filled with benjaminsJuicy J I’m gettin’ that purp, workPockets never hurtIf I fall off (nope), the trap where I revert[Wiz Khalifa]Damn I just spent a hundred grand
