[Intro: Fabolous] I ain't in no rush I'll handle you niggas when I feel like it I just be chilling You're bitch is chilling too
[Hook: Fabolous] When I feel like it Kill these hoes when I feel like it When I feel like it That's my bitch when I feel like it When I feel like it Kill these niggas when I feel like it Not do this shit when I feel like it When I feel like it Smoke one when I feel like it When I feel like it Pour up when I feel like it When I feel like it Cash out when I feel like it Not do this shit when I feel like it
[Verse 1: Fabolous] The way it's shaped, they say it's fake I can't lie, I still like it No snitch, I can't tell If it look real, and it feel like it She bend it over, I will hike it Number 1 pick, got skills like it Heard she fucked with some ball player When I touch down, I still spike it Know I got that check on me I'm not Nike, but it feel like it At the game and them floor seats I ain't Spike, but I feel like it We ain't friends, we don't chill like it You ain't my dawg, we don't bill like it My nigga no camerman, but he be flashing them stills like it Where I'm from, it ain't Iraq, but swear to god it get real like it Got soldiers in the field like it Bout mine, you get killed like it Pussy niggas be commentating Say they ain't hating, but it feel like it Just post a pic of me and his boo on instragram Think he'll like it?
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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I ain't a chef, I make mills/meals like them Cut them up into thin slices I got bricks like construction You want instructions? You niggas ain't built like me Competition ain't real like me I'm so sick, who ill like me? Two bitches in my suite So when I leave I bet them bitches still dyking Family good 'cause I feel like it I'm hood 'cause I feel like it Might not be your favorite artist But you favorite artist got a verse with me So they still like me Ain't nobody popping seals like me Codeine like a supplement If I make her come, it's a compliment Nigga fuck you, like a parking ticket And I got caine, like a walking stick Shot you for an argument Make all my bitches take all your bitches And play hide and get it I'm getting rich 'cause I feel like it Take your girl 'cause I feel like it Cash her out, toss her up Wash her up, that's the spin cycle And them niggas never did like it In the car, and I got the title Grandma bought me a hand bible I bought me a hand rifle 'Cause I feel like it All you niggas look recycled