Feels Good

My friends roll Lexus and Benzs

And spend ends tremendous, dough's endless

Business nigga from the start was already hot

No prob openin shop, the flow 'ready rock

So many tryin' to knock my hustle

Half of ya'll ain't even got no hustle

I'm into livin good so I bring heat with the flow, just how a nigga should

Come between me and my dough I wish a nigga would

Roll O's and cigarillos, my black rim low

The way I stack in dough attract nymphos

Cats sick though, to impress by how that honey walk

Me I'm trying come up on some ways to make that money talk

Sink or swim I'm a hungry shark

And I want it all, cribs and a foreign car, Aldemar

I could be gone tomorrow

That's why I grind like it's my last day

Hundred fuckin roaches in my ash tray

Now I know I ain't livin right

But it feels good

My weed kicks like Jet Li flicks

Test me kid, slap shots like Gretzky hits

The best kept secret, yes he is

The cat's out the bag, I puff puff and I pass

You dumbfucks and I laugh, motherfucker

What you hatin' for

Why you just standing outside, what you waitin for

I'm blowin' on an eighth or more, touring for my paper boy

Before I hit the club I need a blunt or two or three or four

Bad bitches thirsty for stars with mad riches

Wanna ride with 'em, rest they head on televisions

I don't bag bitches: they hop in

You just follow and you bag bitches, you're not a pimp

I was schooled by the best of them

Now they cuttin' checks for him

Ain't gettin money then it's probably for the rest of them

Somethin' like a legend when I quote what I wrote

Be in the big cloud from the blunts that I smoke