Fabolous - When I Feel Like It Lyrics (Ft. 2 Chainz)

When I Feel Like It Lyrics by Fabolous Ft. 2 Chainz

[Intro: Fabolous]
I ain't in no rush
I'll handle you niggas when I feel like it
I just be chilling
You're bitch is chilling too

[Hook: Fabolous]
When I feel like it
Kill these hoes when I feel like it
When I feel like it
That's my bitch when I feel like it
When I feel like it
Kill these niggas when I feel like it
Not do this shit when I feel like it
When I feel like it
Smoke one when I feel like it
When I feel like it
Pour up when I feel like it
When I feel like it
Cash out when I feel like it
Not do this shit when I feel like it

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
The way it's shaped, they say it's fake
I can't lie, I still like it
No snitch, I can't tell
If it look real, and it feel like it
She bend it over, I will hike it
Number 1 pick, got skills like it
Heard she fucked with some ball player
When I touch down, I still spike it
Know I got that check on me
I'm not Nike, but it feel like it
At the game and them floor seats
I ain't Spike, but I feel like it
We ain't friends, we don't chill like it
You ain't my dawg, we don't bill like it
My nigga no camerman, but he be flashing them stills like it
Where I'm from, it ain't Iraq, but swear to god it get real like it
Got soldiers in the field like it
Bout mine, you get killed like it
Pussy niggas be commentating
Say they ain't hating, but it feel like it
Just post a pic of me and his boo on instragram
Think he'll like it?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I ain't a chef, I make mills/meals like them
Cut them up into thin slices
I got bricks like construction
You want instructions? You niggas ain't built like me
Competition ain't real like me
I'm so sick, who ill like me?
Two bitches in my suite
So when I leave I bet them bitches still dyking
Family good 'cause I feel like it
I'm hood 'cause I feel like it
Might not be your favorite artist
But you favorite artist got a verse with me
So they still like me
Ain't nobody popping seals like me
Codeine like a supplement
If I make her come, it's a compliment
Nigga fuck you, like a parking ticket
And I got caine, like a walking stick
Shot you for an argument
Make all my bitches take all your bitches
And play hide and get it
I'm getting rich 'cause I feel like it
Take your girl 'cause I feel like it
Cash her out, toss her up
Wash her up, that's the spin cycle
And them niggas never did like it
In the car, and I got the title
Grandma bought me a hand bible
I bought me a hand rifle
'Cause I feel like it
All you niggas look recycled

[Hook]