Cuz I Feel Like It lyrics

[Chorus]
I just bought me a new whip because I feel like it
I just stained my teeth with lean, them b*tches still icy
You must think I won't beat that pack out but I'm still Tyson
These n*ggas tryna c*ck block on me, b*tches still like it
I just f*cked on that lil b*tch because I feel like it
How you say you gettin' money, your sacks is still shiesty
I put designer on my b*tch and she get real feisty
Medusa head up in Versace, have me real righteous

[Verse 1]
I threw some dollars on my mama 'cause I feel like it
Finna get her a Birkin bag, yeah they real pricey
Hey, hey, b*tch I stay fresh just like Irish spread
I stay slowed up, I sip a lot of lean
I just poured up a deuce in a lot of drink
Might have the seal count, talked to a lot of drinks
Taliban, Taliban, just like a Taliban
Just got the oil in, n*gga like a Taliban
Knocked off the Bentley n*gga and I just got a Benz
No eggs in the pan n*gga, I'ma have to throw it in
You talk that money talk, you gon' have to show me then
Keep askin' 'bout a b*tch so you must gotta know her then
This n*gga got me crackin' up, I swear I'm tryna hold it in
Knocked the b*tch awhile down just like a bowling pin
I just bought me a car, the b*tches all on my di*k
Yeah I'm throwed like a motherf*cker, can tell I spit
I make hits like a nunchuck, I'm Bruce Lee in this b*tch
Have to stay from these bloodsuckers and get on my sh*t
[Chorus]
I just bought me a new whip because I feel like it
I just stained my teeth with lean, them b*tches still icy
You must think I won't beat that pack out but I'm still Tyson
These n*ggas tryna c*ck block on me, b*tches still like it
I just f*cked on that lil b*tch because I feel like it
How you say you gettin' money, your sacks is still shiesty
I put designer on my b*tch and she get real feisty
Medusa head up in Versace, have me real righteous

[Verse 2]
I got that money, check
Give bands to my mama, check
Crips and blue hundreds, check
These haters get punished, check
Yeah I had to run up a check
These b*tches be lookin' a mess
Your chick can get tooken, oh yes
These n*ggas be woofin'
Yeah that's on the set cuz, you can get wet cuz
These n*ggas be talkin', say yeah that's a bet cuz
I make a mess cuz, makin' lil threats cuz?
Check 'cause a n*gga done messed up
No alphabets but you will get F'd up
Tryna come test us, in all black dressed up
n*gga I'm all 'bout a check
And all of my problems get checked
These b*tches gon' swallow, check
Where the lean in the bottle, check
Yeah I had to run up a check
These b*tches be lookin' a mess
Your chick can get tooken, oh yes
These n*ggas be woofin'
[Chorus]
I just bought me a new whip because I feel like it
I just stained my teeth with lean, them b*tches still icy
You must think I won't beat that pack out but I'm still Tyson
These n*ggas tryna c*ck block on me, b*tches still like it
I just f*cked on that lil b*tch because I feel like it
How you say you gettin' money, your sacks is still shiesty
I put designer on my b*tch and she get real feisty
Medusa head up in Versace, have me real righteous