Change the Vibe lyrics

[Intro]
Stick it in the oxhole, baby!
A-audio!

[Hook]
I'm bout to change the vibe on these b*tches (Change the vibe!)
I can't even vibe with you b*tches (Yeah, I'm done!)
I'm on some other sh*t, can you feel me? (Can you feel me?)
I'm on some other sh*t, can you feel me? (Can you feel me?)
I'm bout to change the vibe on these b*tches (Change the vibe!)
I can't even vibe with you b*tches (Yeah, I'm done!)
I'm on some other sh*t, can you feel me? (Can you feel me?)
I'm on some other sh*t, can you feel me? (Can you feel me?)

[Verse 1]
It's a muthaf*ckin' vibe on my muthaf*ckin' job
I f*ck sh*t up then I leave, do it all the muthaf*ckin' time
I ain't lyin', so exotic, been a bad b*tch, now I'm wildin'
How you gon' style a stylist, I vacation on a island!
I got a lot, but I want more, bring sh*t to ya front door
These rap b*tches is butt-soft, in the cut like a Band-Aid, [?] off
Veggie egg rolls with the duck sauce, wood wheel [?] guts raw
So f*ck off or get dumped on, n*ggas die every day when they stunt wrong
I'm b-b-b-b-ballin', your n*gga keep on callin'
I made him take me shoppin', love to splurge at Neiman Marcus
I ain't trippin', I ain't trippin', you should really pay attention
All you gotta do is listen, I be schoolin' like tuition
b*tch, I'm gifted!
[Hook]
I'm bout to change the vibe on these b*tches (Change the vibe!)
I can't even vibe with you b*tches (Yeah, I'm done!)
I'm on some other sh*t, can you feel me? (Can you feel me?)
I'm on some other sh*t, can you feel me? (Can you feel me?)
I'm bout to change the vibe on these b*tches (Change the vibe!)
I can't even vibe with you b*tches (Yeah, I'm done!)
I'm on some other sh*t, can you feel me? (Can you feel me?)
I'm on some other sh*t, can you feel me? (Can you feel me?)

[Verse 2]
I'm runnin' up a band, takin' pictures wit yo man
Tellin' people we just friends, love to do it for the 'Gram!
f*ck you sayin'? I ain't playin', you b*tches better start prayin'
They know that I'm amazing, you b*tches just give me basic
I'm countin' them big faces, I got the vision on LASIK
I'm riding with Jamaicans, got it locked just like my Haitians
I run sh*t, so just face it, I got class and, b*tch, you tasteless
If life is what you make it, wanted smoke and caught the vapors!
Money, money, money, stack-stackin' to the ceiling
I'm a f*ckin' Rockstarr and all my n*ggas winners
Sew it up, catch me ridin' with the pump, I be slidin'
In that dunk, so you hoes should know what's up
f*ck is up, b*tch?