Feels Good

[Verse 1] My friends roll Lexus and Benzs And spend ends tremendous like dough's endless Business nigga, from the start was already hot No prob' opening shop, the flow 'ready rock So many trying to knock my hustle Half of y'all ain't even got no hustle I'm into living 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 tryna come up with 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 fucking roaches in my ash tray [Hook] (x4) Now I know I ain't living right But it feels good [Verse 2] 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 dumb fucks and I laugh, motherfucker What you hating for Why you just standing outside, what you waiting for I'm blowing 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 cutting checks for him Ain't gettin money then it's probably for the rest of them Something like a legend when I quote what I wrote Be in the big cloud from the blunts that I smoke [Hook]