Big K.R.I.T. - Good Foot lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - Good Foot lyrics]
They think the money might change me
Well maybe so
Cause, I'm tired of being fucked
Up and being poor
Scheming on a dumb nigga for a plate
With these songs like a good perm
Hope it take
Niggas ride with their tops down in the hood
Chucking deuces to the bad bitches
Understood
What it took just to be a man, my plan
Pay me what you owe, not what you can't
I was down for mine, that's all I ever knew
While you was talking shit
I was talking revenue i told em get paid
Stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real and hoes ain't shit
Good foot, I stay up off mine
And watch your step
Niggas ain't right, that's why they so left
Good foot, now what you waitin on?
I told him get paid
Stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real and hoes ain't shit
Now, who the fuck told you
I ain't heavy as boulders?
I got a thousand years
Surely there's nothing colder
There's no one closer to the Biggie flow
Give and go
On these hoes the number one negro
They blow like Piccolo benzes and Beemers
I shine like the sun at the peak of a zenith
Who am I bitch? What you
Know about the hard knock
Old school time machine
From the light to hard top
No tears, see my face, ho?
I've been passed you
What you pumping your brakes for?
Chill! And stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real and hoes ain't shit
Well maybe so
Cause, I'm tired of being fucked
Up and being poor
Scheming on a dumb nigga for a plate
With these songs like a good perm
Hope it take
Niggas ride with their tops down in the hood
Chucking deuces to the bad bitches
Understood
What it took just to be a man, my plan
Pay me what you owe, not what you can't
I was down for mine, that's all I ever knew
While you was talking shit
I was talking revenue i told em get paid
Stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real and hoes ain't shit
Good foot, I stay up off mine
And watch your step
Niggas ain't right, that's why they so left
Good foot, now what you waitin on?
I told him get paid
Stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real and hoes ain't shit
Now, who the fuck told you
I ain't heavy as boulders?
I got a thousand years
Surely there's nothing colder
There's no one closer to the Biggie flow
Give and go
On these hoes the number one negro
They blow like Piccolo benzes and Beemers
I shine like the sun at the peak of a zenith
Who am I bitch? What you
Know about the hard knock
Old school time machine
From the light to hard top
No tears, see my face, ho?
I've been passed you
What you pumping your brakes for?
Chill! And stay the fuck out of the mix
Cause niggas ain't real and hoes ain't shit