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

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 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

 Chorus