Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Feelin, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Album song Cabin Fever 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rostrum
Song language: English
I'm Feelin |
| Damn, I just spent a hundred grand |
| Them fuck niggas don’t understand |
| You ain’t gettin' money, what’s your plan |
| I’m feelin' like the fuckin' man |
| Damn, I just spent a hundred grand |
| Them fuck niggas don’t understand |
| You ain’t getting' money, what’s your plan |
| I’m feelin' like the fuckin' 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 bitches 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' shit 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 |
| Shit get sticky on purple stuff |
| 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 niggas be lettin' ‘em |
| Shawty rollin' them veggies up |
| That’s? |
| at the courtyard |
| Take it to the Marriott |
| Watch a nigga paint, Basquiat |
| Bought my own crib, so I’m growin' pot |
| Got my own water, so I bought a yacht |
| Y’all niggas 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 |
| Nigga bout to take this shot |
| Nigga really gettin' this bread |
| Niggas 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 fuck niggas, man they ain’t got a clue, ooh |
| So much chiefin' and sippin' that mud |
| Niggas think I am the plug |
| Crank in the club while you makin' it rain |
| Juicy J he be makin' it flood |
| Fuck it man I threw it all |
| She? |
| never no draws |
| That shit be good I would pass her the sack |
| Bitch I’m like Santa Claus |
| money and smokin' weight |
| Make a mess I’m holdin' cake |
| Nigga I take yo bitch nigga |
| 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 |
| Nigga I supply the hood |
| Got plastics filled with benjamins |
| Juicy J I’m gettin' that purp, work |
| Pockets never hurt |
| If I fall off (nope), the trap where I revert |
| Damn I just spent a hundred grand |