Fabolous, Rich Homie Quan - We Good lyrics

We good, we good fab, R-H-Q

Been a couple years since a nigga got put on
Say ya boy a star, he outta here, he gone
It ain't much that you can do
That I can't do for me
I, I already got my team, I tell 'em
We good, we good, we good, we good
All of my niggas from the hood I tell 'em
We good, we good, we good, we good
We good, we good, we good

Ay, you wasn't there when we needed
Your help so we good (so we good)
They wouldn't do it
I did it myself now we good (now we good)
Sorry my nigga can't buy what you selling
We good (sorry, my nigga)
I heard that my ex asking 'bout
Me, just tell her we good, uhh
Pouring some D'USSÉ inside of my cup &
Some OJ inside of B Wood, uhh
Blowing on hookah, some good girls is here
But I swear they not here to be good, uhh
That boy from Brooklyn they want what he
Cooking they heard that his recipe good, uhh
Horoscope say that we bad for each other
But the sex'll be good
Get with the Scorpio, I'm getting more Fritos
They getting chips, but I'm getting Doritos
'Bout to get more Cheetos
I get you wet have you
Bustin' it like torpedoes
You came three times you
Trying to four-peat though?
She said "We good, nigga
You try to kill me?"
"I'm trying to make sure you good
Do you feel me?"
Now call that nigga and tell him you good
When he said come over tell him you would
But see the way that my shit is set up
You in the bed and you cannot get up
Focus on you homie, get your bread up
Things'll get easier, keep your head up
She with the gang now she throw the set up
And she fucking me good and
She make the bed up
So we good, we good, we good

Been a couple years since a nigga got put on
Say ya boy a star, he outta here, he gone
It ain't much that you can do
That I can't do for me
I, I already got my team, I tell 'em
We good, we good, we good, we good
All of my niggas from the hood I tell 'em
We good, we good, we good, we good
We good, we good, we good

We good on you niggas
Don't gotta wish cause we would on you niggas
(huh)
Back in the day we was good little niggas
(huh) y'all must have thought that
We wouldn't get bigger (what?)
Y'all must have thought that
We wouldn't get money
Heh, shit we a good seven figures
Give us a shot and we pulling the trigger
And pull up on niggas like skurttt
Pull up with bitches like her
Full of chinchilla, the fur
Bulletproof everything sir
You know them haters be trying to take shots
(bow) they on the bench and they
Trying to take spots (bow)
Them niggas ice cold that you
Trying to make hot (huh)
Them bitches ain't real
Where you find 'em they thots (huh)
The feeling, we good on that fake shit (yeah)
We out here trying to stay far from it
Know 'bout the bottom, we are from it
We in the hood but you barred from it
Did in my way not like y'all done it
Then I just wait and Lacoste 'em
I did it flyer while y'all bumming (woo)
This shit ain't hard for me (easy)
Too many flavors to do on these haters (uh)
But do me a favor don't do me no favors
We good, we good

Been a couple years since a nigga got put on
Say ya boy a star, he outta here, he gone
It ain't much that you can do
That I can't do for me
I, I already got my team, I tell 'em
We good, we good, we good, we good
All of my niggas from the hood I tell 'em
We good, we good, we good, we good
We good, we good, we good