Lyrics

This is gonna feel real good, alright? Most Dope Everybody please put your thumb in the air 1, 2, 3, 4, some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (hey) 1, 2, 3, 4, some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (hey) I feel like a million bucks But my money don't really feel like I do And from the ground I built my own damn buzz People was amazed I was still in high school But now I'm out, and money what I'm bout Trying to get so much that I can't keep count New kicks give me cushion like whoopie Keep a smile like an Eat'n Park cookie Everything good, I'm white boy awesome Up all night, Johnny Carson I ain't gotta Benz, no just a Honda But tryna get my money like an Anaconda Real, real long cross the country Smoke joints in the whip, no cop can bust me Drive into the stage, they applaud and scream All the pretty little girls come flock with me, yeah I rock the beat 1, 2, 3, 4, some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (hey) 1, 2, 3, 4, some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (hey) And I like my rhymes witty, all my dimes pretty If you got weed you can come fly with me I don't take pity on them silly little hoes Milli Vanilli but this is really how it goes Mouth my words, don't say shit (shh) Shut up bitch and ride this dick I'm just playing, let's have a ball All we need is some weed, hoes and alcohol, hey Don't forget it when I'm wrecking the etiquette for the hell of it Smelling it when the L is lit, I'm flyer than a pelican Young fresh, but I'm so damn intelligent Girls giving brains 'cause I'm acting like a gentleman In deeper than the water Michael Phelps was in Finna have a party, baby, you can tell your friends We the type, looking right, still setting trends Fuck a job, I'ma get these dead presidents 1, 2, 3, 4, some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (hey) 1, 2, 3, 4, some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (hey) Not a day, goes by When I ain't gettin' high They wonder why don't I Go get myself a job So I can make, them bucks But I don't give a fuck No, I feel great Bitch, I feel great 1, 2, 3, 4, some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (hey) 1, 2, 3, 4, some crazy-ass kids come and knocked up on your door so Let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em in (hey)
Writer(s): Jerome Kern, Oscar Ii Hammerstein, Malcolm James Mccormick, Eric Allan Dan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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