เนื้อเพลง I'm Feelin - Wiz Khalifa

[Hook]
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them f*ck n*ggas don't understand
You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan
I'm Feelin' like the f*ckin' man
Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
Them f*ck n*ggas don't understand
You ain't getting' money, what's your plan
I'm feelin' like the f*ckin' 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 b*tches 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

[Hook]

[?] 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 n*ggas be lettin' 'em
Shawty rollin' them veggies up
That's? at the courtyard
Take it to the Marriott
Watch a n*gga paint, Basquiat
Bought my own crib, so I'm growin' pot
Got my own water, so I bought a yacht
Y'all n*ggas 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

N*gga bout to take this shot
N*gga really gettin' this bread
N*ggas 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 f*ck n*ggas, man they ain't got a clue, ooh

[Hook]

So much chiefin' and sippin' that mud
N*ggas think I am the plug
Crank in the club while you makin' it rain
Juicy J he be makin' it flood
F*ck it man I threw it all
She? never no draws
That sh*t be good I would pass her the sack
B*tch I'm like Santa Claus
[?] money and smokin' weight
Make a mess I'm holdin' cake
N*gga I take yo b*tch n*gga
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
N*gga 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