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      Chorus      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      Chorus      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