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 you act up
Saints cap, new car, paint that if it ain’t black
Red light, press a button, make the top think back
That was tough, so are us, no such thing as sobered 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 the head of the class
I got them green backs like I laid in the grass
Lucci be my nigga, the east up the building
Young Mula bait, the blanks already filled in
Fire alarm dick, them bitches want to pull
Weezy baby nigga I ain’t just good motherfucker I’m
I’m goooooood
I’m goooooood
I’m goooooood
I’m goooooood
I’m goooooood
Yeah
Still no job bitch, but I ain’t hurting
Phone still ringing so I’m still working
Got coke for the starters, drink if you still slurping
Even got a couple pills if you’re back hurting
Uhh, they call me Mister 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 hoe
That’s how the game go, eastside play it cold
We love the new Coupes, we love our 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
I’m goooooood
I’m goooooood
Yeah
