Feel So Good

Yo, Mase, you ready?
Party people, in the place to be
It's about that time for us to... yeah, uh-huh, yo

What you know about goin out head West
Red Lex EV's all up in the air vest
Tryin to live it up, ride two jiggy trucks
East Orange lit it up, stick up kids, what?
Jig wid cut, Chris split it up
Rob get ya ho till I can't get it up

I'm a big man, give this man room
I done hit everything from Cancun to Grant's Tomb
Why you standin on the walls, hands on your balls?
Lightin up drugs, always fightin in the clubs
I'm the reason they made the dress codes
And figure out what and why when I'm in my fresh clothes
Dresses I suppose from my neck to my toes

Neck full of gold, bagats in my Rolls
Freciós, collect those extra O's
By the E, get a key to the Lex to hold
East, West, every state, c'mon, bury the hate
Millions the only thing we in a hurry to make
Butter from the X spread in the Lex or Benz
Let's begin, bring the BS to an end

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
Wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could

You can't understand, we be where I kick it
Sippin DP, till the TV look 3D
Little kids see me way out in DC
Where the Z3's chrome BB's, they wanna be me

Thought that they all should quit
Unfortunate, they don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkin while I'm whip
Just startin the same cars till they auction it
So while you daydream, my Mercedes gleam
And I deal with the pose and Maybelline
One time you had it all, I ain't mad at y'all
Now give me the catalogs, I'll show you how Daddy Bops
Six cars and power to fire big stars
Set up CEO style, smokin on cigars

It's like y'all be talkin funny
I don't understand language of people with short money

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
Wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could

Yo, do Mase got the ladies? (Yeah, yeah)
Do Puff drive Mercedes? (Yeah, yeah)
Take hits from the 80's? (Yeah, yeah)
But do it sound so crazy? (Yeah, yeah)
With me personally, it's nothin personal
I do what work for me, you do what work for you
And I dress with what I've been blessed with
Never been arrested for nothin domestic

And I chill the way you let me
With a jet ski attached to a S-E, smoke my next leaf
No man rap, ask Cap where my checks be
Problem with y'all, I say it directly

Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat
From no hoes to shows to menage en suite

Now I be the cat that be hard to meet
Gettin head from girls that used to hardly speak

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so good
You make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
Wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good

You make me feel so good
You make me feel so good
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
Wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could
I wouldn't change you if I could