Lil Wayne, Meek Mill - I’m Good (IANAHB2) lyrics

I'm so fucking awesome - my marbles
I lost 'em i'm taking everything -
Everything but precaution
Your bitches wanna call us and
Text us like Austin pussy make me hard
Pussy niggas make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since
The day I started walking
Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer
Put the nail in the coffin
Sell coke in a drought
Sell pussy at an auction
Bullets got a nigga running fast
Enough to race horses
Around here you sniff these lines
You don't cross 'em
Kill your ass and leave you
Behind like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still getting baseball money Barry Larkin
Around here we play for
Keeps, yeah, we eating, but we starving
I get me a little money
Try to spread it margarine
I'm flyer than a motherfucker
All my flights chartered
Green kush, red flag, black
Car, white lawyer, i'm good

I say I go into my
Beastmode - rapping niggas, i eat those
I tell a bitch take a deep breath
Then bend them knees like a freethrow
I don't want me no good girl
I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie
It's starring me with that Lee Rose
Cause I ball hard like D-Rose
My stash on closet
Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit
Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind
I got shooters on my team
They got bodies on their nine
Look at that bad bitch right there
See that body on that dime
I ain't swimming in no ho
You know I'm probably on that grind
All these niggas hating on me, me
But I ain't on that time, time
Cause I be in the back, nigga
And I ain't talking about swine
I'm talking 62 West
They say a nigga too fresh you a rat
Your homie singing y'all should do a duet
Shawty told me she loving my swag
I make that pussy too wet you niggas banned
And my hoes and I'm like
Why they'd do that? Go

Uhm, I don't have a conscience
All my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and
Talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbing you and then watching you fight
For your life like you boxing
Bitch, deuce deuce
I smoke that OG killer Bobby Johnson
I'll olly over that bitch head
It's Hollygrove til I'm fucking dead
I did a bid for that toast
So fuck with me I'll
Treat you like butterbread
But I still go hard with no
Regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch, go to Mars
Leave a nigga dead in the gutter
I'll just beat him with
A bloody ass bowlingball
I'm fresh as hand sanitizer
Don't hate the game, just analyze it
Two xanax', i'm fantasizing about fat
Bitches' panty sizes
Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it
Stop acting like a little bitch nigga
Most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas
I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My hair long, my dick bigger
My money longer, my weed stronger
I feed hunger
I no longer get my weed from Fee
I pull that freedom of my waist
Now watch me let freedom ring, ding