I'm Feelin (Feat. Problem, J.R. Donato & Juicy J)

Lewi-V on the track Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hook: Wiz Khalifa Aw Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Hundred grand Them broke niggas don't understand Understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan What's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man Fuckin' man Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Hundred grand Them broke niggas don't understand Understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan What's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man Fuckin' man Verse 1: Problem Problem 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 On mamas that KK got me sleepy NWA, I'm easy Compton Got these bitches sayin' “Yeah” like Jeezy Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa My tweak 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 earned a few Talkin' champagne they brought it through Hundred million they rep my gang Verse 3: Problem Goin' fast when I'm in my lane What Diamond, Taylor, that be my gang What Smoked it up, you don't smoke enough Nah Boy you sweet, you so coconut Weed is loud, get close enough Shit get sticky on purple stuff, on moms Hook: Wiz Khalifa Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Hundred grand Them broke niggas don't understand Understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan What's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man Fuckin' man Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Hundred grand Them broke niggas don't understand Understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan What's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man Fuckin' man Verse 4: J.R. Donato, Wiz JR, look Met a lil' chick on Melrose Hopped out in them shell-toes Need more room for my elbows I dropped the bomb and then hell rose These hoes be actin' up These niggas be lettin' 'em Shawty rollin' them veggies up That's more RAW's at the courtyard Courtyard Take her 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 Uh From Wauk-Town to that basement To the top floor that's so spacious At the Westin, just restin' What Verse 5: Problem Me, J.R., and Wiz go back like rentals Rentals Gettin' money watchin' for the wenchels Wenchels Chains got to write like pencils What Got magazines for them issues What We on one, you damn right Yeah Pants small but them bands right Yeah She ain't gay but she playin' dyke I'm no plumb' but I'm layin' pipe Like what What Verse 6: Wiz Khalifa Nigga bout to take this shot Shot Nigga really gettin' this bread Bread Niggas say they ballin' but they not They not Smokin weed, livin' in the air Air I grind so I'm getting what I got, ooh Got, ooh I go hard and these fuck niggas, man they ain't got a clue, ooh Clue, ooh Hook: Wiz Khalifa Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Hundred grand Them broke niggas don't understand Understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan What's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man Fuckin' man Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Hundred grand Them broke niggas don't understand Understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan What's your plan I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man Fuckin' man Verse 7: Juicy J 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 You know it Fuck it man I threw it all Yes sir She assed out never no drawers Ho That shit be good I would pass her the sack, bitch I'm like Santa Claus Bitch Flippin' money and smokin' weight Make a mess I'm holdin' cake Yes sir Nigga I take yo bitch, nigga That's the reason why you love to hate I buy Louis just to meditate Ho Kush bales just to medicate Ho I'm just tryna levitate Hit the mall and blow a whip Hundred K, I double dip Blow it 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 never, the trap where I revert Ho Outro: Wiz Khalifa Damn I just spent a hundred grand