Okay, Boston Red Sox cap, I get baseball money Used to do it big, but now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black chucks Hollywood shotgun, watch me make it act up Saints cap, new car, paint that if it ain't black Red light, press a button, make the top faint back That was tough, so are us, no such thing as sober up You close minded, I shoot you in the head I bet you open up High yellow women with her hair to her ass Bring her home, fuck her like a belt then I crash And when it comes to head, I get that head of the class I got them green backs like I laid on the grass Lucci be my nigga, the east is up the buildin' Young Moolah ba--, the blanks already filled in Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull Weezy baby nigga I ain't just good muthafucka I'm.. I'm Goooooood I'm Goooooood I'm Goooooood (Hehe No Ceilings) I'm Goooooood Yea Still no job bitch, but I ain't hurtin' Phone still ringin' so I'm still workin' Got coke for a starters drink if you still slurpin?' Even got a couple pills if your back hurtin' Uhh, they call me Mr. Pharmaceutical I'm getting money every time I'm in the studio I'm getting money bitch even when I do a show I get the money even if I have to sue a ho That's how the game go east side play it cold We love the new coupes, we love the necks froze You couldn't beat me if you could Weezy baby, Lucci Lou and we good I'm Goooooood I'm Goooooood I'm Goooooood (Hehe No Ceilings) I'm Goooooood
Written by: Dwayne Carter
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