J.R. Donato - I'm Feelin' lyrics

[Hook x2 – Wiz Khalifa] Damn, I just spent a hundred grand Them f** n***as don't understand You ain't gettin' money, what's your plan I'm feelin' like the f**in' man [Verse 1 - 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 All mamas that KK got me sleepy NWA, I'm easy Got these b**hes 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' sh** 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 Diamond, Taylor, that be my gang Smoked it up, you don't smoke enough Boy you sweet, you so coconut Weed is loud, get close enough sh** get sticky on purple stuff [Hook x2] [Verse 4 – J.R. Donato (and Wiz)] 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 n***as be lettin' ‘em Shawty rollin' them veggies up That's RAW's at the courtyard Take it to the Marriott Watch a n***a paint, Basquiat (Bought my own crib, so I'm growin' pot Got my own water, so I bought a yacht) Y'all n***as complacent From Wauk-Town to that basement To the top floor that's so spacious At the Westin, just restin' [Verse 5 - Problem] Me, J.R., and Wiz go back like rentals Gettin' money watchin' for the wenchels Chains got to write like pencils Got magazines for them issues We on one, you damn right Pants small but them bands right She ain't gay but she playin' dyke I'm no plumb' but I'm layin' pipe Like Whaaaat (Whaaat) [Verse 6 - Wiz Khalifa] n***a bout to take this shot n***a really gettin' this bread n***as say they ballin' but they not Smokin weed, livin' in the air I grind so I'm getting what I got, ooh I go hard and these f** n***as, man they ain't got a clue, ooh [Hook] [Verse 7 – Juicy J] So much chiefin' and sippin' that mud n***as think I am the plug Crank in the club while you makin' it rain, Juicy J he be makin' it flood f** it man I threw it all She a**ed out never no drawers That sh** be good I would pa** her the sack, b**h I'm like Santa Claus Flippin' money and smokin' weight Make a mess I'm holdin' cake n***a I take yo b**h n***a That's the reason why you love to hate I buy Louis just to meditate Kush bags just to medicate I'm just tryna levitate Hit the mall and blow a whip Hundred k I double dip Turn around and double it n***a 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 [Wiz Khalifa] Damn I just spent a hundred grand