French Montana, Chinx - Soul Food lyrics

I'm gonna be good to you
I'm gonna be good to you
I'm gonna be good to you
I'm gonna be good to you
If I gave you my love
I'm telling you what I do
You got to be good to me
I'm gonna be good to you

Uh you know I'm trying to make
It from the hundreds
Crumbs getting money how it comes
Smoke a thou tryna suffocate my lungs
Nigga scared to get a gun
Get caught and do the Wayne you
Know me I do the same
Treat drama how it come
Treat bitches how I want
Tell the baddest I'm the coldest
Treat me like I'm Moses
Hit the water break it down
Now they call the op
Know we hurt more when you
Bleeding on the inside
Never love the money more
Never hit your honey raw
Another day, another dead, another day
Just another dollar after taxes
Ashes to ashes i play by the rules married
To the game and if
I did it all over wouldn't change a thing

If I gave you my love
I'm telling you what I do
You got to be good to me (It's only right)
I'm gonna be good to you (Uh huh uh huh)

Bet you mad see the swag
And the good Gucci shoe
Louis hood, life like a movie Hood
Hen and Rose fill the glass
Toast to douche bags and we
Mush fags, sour and kush bags
Long rides got a nigga aggravated
State to state nigga seeing fans
Ain't even know we had
Yea cheese, say cheese
Camera flash off the ice bright
Flashing em mama factoring
Bum rush the door
Yea we gon' Green Bay Packer em
Never slacking and never napping in
An I'm shackled in grind African
Said it wasn't happening now it's
Happening money stacking fuck rapping
Never stress I'ma invest and progress
In the recession these
Niggas ain't learning till you
Teach them a lesson
Off the mental no pencil
I'm gonna give these niggas a message
Blow the sour straight to the
Head that's herbal essence

If I gave you my love
I'm telling you what I do
You got to be good to me
I'm gonna be good to you