Songtexte: Wiz Khalifa. Feels Good.
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh uh uh uh my friends roll lexus and benzs and spend instrumendous uh like those endless business niggas from the start was already hot no prob openin shop the flow ready rock so many tryna knock my hustle half of ya'll don't 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 indo attract nymphos cats sick tho 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 all tomorrow I could be gone tomorrow that's why I grind like it's my last day hundred fuckin roaches in my ash tray.
[Chorus:]
Now I know I ain't livin right... but it feels good [x4]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh huh uh my weed kicks like jet lee flicks test me kid slap shots like gretzky hits the best kept secret yes he is the cats out the bag I puff puff and I pass you dumbfucks and I laugh what you hatin for why you just standing outside what you waitin for I'm blowin on and 8th or more touring for my paper boy before I hit the club I need a blunt a two a three a 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 em now they cuttin checks for him ain't gettin money then it's prolly for the rest of them somethin like a legend when I? what I wrote be in the big cloud from the blunts that I smoke...
[Chorus]
Uh uh uh uh my friends roll lexus and benzs and spend instrumendous uh like those endless business niggas from the start was already hot no prob openin shop the flow ready rock so many tryna knock my hustle half of ya'll don't 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 indo attract nymphos cats sick tho 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 all tomorrow I could be gone tomorrow that's why I grind like it's my last day hundred fuckin roaches in my ash tray.
[Chorus:]
Now I know I ain't livin right... but it feels good [x4]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh huh uh my weed kicks like jet lee flicks test me kid slap shots like gretzky hits the best kept secret yes he is the cats out the bag I puff puff and I pass you dumbfucks and I laugh what you hatin for why you just standing outside what you waitin for I'm blowin on and 8th or more touring for my paper boy before I hit the club I need a blunt a two a three a 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 em now they cuttin checks for him ain't gettin money then it's prolly for the rest of them somethin like a legend when I? what I wrote be in the big cloud from the blunts that I smoke...
[Chorus]
Wiz Khalifa
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