Chorus: D` Wayne Wiggins
How does it feel when ya livin like that, and ya pockets are fat?
Cuz you`re a playa, and you`re pimpin hoes
So tell me how does it feel when ya money aint right,
and ya pockets are tight?
You`re still a hustla, and you can`t let go
Verse 1:
When I was broke, I used to feel the pain
Now I got money, aint nothin changed
Same hustla, tryin to hold on to what I got
And thats alot, players like me can`t be stopped
I was starvin, couldn`t afford a TV Dinner
But now I roll around in a DB-7
Throwin up the two, to the hoes and pimps
It`s all about the money, you know what I`m gettin
How the fuck you think I felt when I was broke
All the rumors I got killed and I was smoked
I tell the truth, I don`t care how you feel about me
I`m still in the game and you still gotta see
My face goin down the muthafuckin street
Top down, beat loud with a top-notch freak
You say it aint real life
Cuz you don`t know what it feels like, beyotch
Chorus
Verse 2:
I feel like I`m a million dollar bill
Still in the game, all about the real
Can`t feel sorry for you, do your thang
Don`t be mad at the world cuz you can`t hang
If you feel like doin somethin that aint productive
Look in the mirror, check yourself and say fuck it
It`s the year two-thousand, I know you feel me
But I can`t understand why you niggas wanna kill me
Went from broke to rich, I got your bitch kneelin
I told her smoke this dick bitch, don`t fight the feelin
And when she did it, she started jockin me
I saw it in your eyes, you felt like sockin me
For every action theres a consequence
Playa-haters always tryna start some shit
But then you gotta fight these niggas here
It feels good to be a playa, bitches everywhere
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Verse 3:
I feel like eleven albums aint enough
And at the same time you feel like you can`t come up
Sometimes real life don`t feel right
You been fuckin her for years but its still tight
Then I came through bammin, vagina started expandin
Used to be shallow, but now you landed in
Deep water drownin and thats some real game
It`s been your pussy for years, but it don`t feel the same
I been creepin, feelin your bitch up on the weekend
Is it still good she calls me Dr. Feelgood
I`ll be her last pimp, you just a has been
And when she talks about you its all past tense
I said I don`t give a fuck about history
I`ll tell you bout my life then show you how this dick`ll be
In you all night, go ask your bitch was she feelin me
Man, you niggas be killin me, haters
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