Letra de I’m Feelin’ - Wiz Khalifa

(Feat. Juicy J, J.R. Donato, JasonMartin)

Lewi-V on the track

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

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)

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

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

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

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

Damn I just spent a hundred grand

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