Chorus: d wayne wiggins
How does it feel when ya livin like that, and ya pockets are fat?
Cuz youre a playa, and youre pimpin hoes
So tell me how does it feel when ya money aint right,
And ya pockets are tight?
Youre still a hustla, and you cant 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 cant be stopped
I was starvin, couldnt afford a tv dinner
But now I roll around in a db-7
Throwin up the two, to the hoes and pimps
Its all about the money, you know what Im 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 dont care how you feel about me
Im 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 dont know what it feels like, beyotch

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Verse 2:
I feel like Im a million dollar bill
Still in the game, all about the real
Cant feel sorry for you, do your thang
Dont be mad at the world cuz you cant hang
If you feel like doin somethin that aint productive
Look in the mirror, check yourself and say fuck it
Its the year two-thousand, I know you feel me
But I cant understand why you niggas wanna kill me
Went from broke to rich, I got your bitch kneelin
I told her smoke this dick bitch, dont 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 cant come up
Sometimes real life dont 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
Its been your pussy for years, but it dont feel the same
I been creepin, feelin your bitch up on the weekend
Is it still good she calls me dr. feelgood
Ill be her last pimp, you just a has been
And when she talks about you its all past tense
I said I dont give a fuck about history
Ill tell you bout my life then show you how this dickll be
In you all night, go ask your bitch was she feelin me
Man, you niggas be killin me, haters

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