Lyrics Yella Beezy – Cuz I Feel Like It

I just bought me a new whip because I feel like it
I just stained my teeth with lean, them bitches still icy
You must think I won’t beat that pack out but I’m still Tyson
These niggas tryna cock block on me, bitches still like it

I threw some dollars on my mama ’cause I feel like it
Finna get her a Birkin bag, yeah they real pricey
Hey, hey, bitch 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, nigga like a Taliban
Knocked off the Bentley nigga and I just got a Benz
No eggs in the pan nigga, I’ma have to throw it in
You talk that money talk, you gon’ have to show me then
Keep askin’ ’bout a bitch so you must gotta know her then
This nigga got me crackin’ up, I swear I’m tryna hold it in
Knocked the bitch awhile down just like a bowling pin
I just bought me a car, the bitches all on my dick
Yeah I’m throwed like a motherfucker, can tell I spit
I make hits like a nunchuck, I’m Bruce Lee in this bitch
Have to stay from these bloodsuckers and get on my shit

I just bought me a new whip because I feel like it
I just stained my teeth with lean, them bitches still icy
You must think I won’t beat that pack out but I’m still Tyson
These niggas tryna cock block on me, bitches still like it

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 bitches be lookin’ a mess
Your chick can get tooken, oh yes
These niggas be woofin’
Yeah that’s on the set cause, you can get wet cause
These niggas be talkin’, say yeah that’s a bet cause
I make a mess cause, makin’ lil threats cause?
Check ’cause a nigga done messed up
No alphabets but you will get F’d up
Tryna come test us, in all black dressed up
Nigga I’m all ’bout a check
And all of my problems get checked
These bitches gon’ swallow, check
Where the lean in the bottle, check
Yeah I had to run up a check
These bitches be lookin’ a mess
Your chick can get tooken, oh yes
These niggas be woofin’

I just bought me a new whip because I feel like it
I just stained my teeth with lean, them bitches still icy
You must think I won’t beat that pack out but I’m still Tyson
These niggas tryna cock block on me, bitches still like it
I just fucked on that lil bitch because I feel like it
How you say you gettin’ money, your sacks is still shiesty
I put designer on my bitch and she get real feisty
Medusa head up in Versace, have me real righteous