Peezy - I'm Good, Pt. 6 lyrics

Yeah no Hooks 3, pussy
Richer than I ever been, nigga let's go

Did my time in the feds, I ain't bitchin'
I'm a G (I'm a G)
Need an AMBER Alert
The roof been missin' all week (yeah)
It's just me and my mans, this a coupe
Not a Jeep (It's no fuckin' Jeep)
Pull back up to the dealer
This bitch ain't got no backseats
I ain't tryna be rude, ho, I'm just sayin'
(I'm just sayin', bitch)
How much I gotta pay to fuck
You and your best friend? (How much?)
She got mad and had a fit
I told the bitch I'm just playin'
If I get married
I'ma have Gary as my best man (Gary)
Just to hop the line
It was twenty-five hundred (That's it?)
Told the lil' fuck nigga that ain't no money
(That ain't shit)
Pulled a banky out and paid
His ass in all hundreds (yeah)
We been stackin' all winter
So we ballin' all summer (Huh?)
I used to dream about this
Shit when I was broke (I did)
Ain't been doin' shit but rappin'
Lookin' like I sell dope (I just rap)
Fuck a bitch to sleep
She woke up and found a note
That said last night was fun, but today
I had to go (I'm gone)
You hate to see niggas winnin'
Boy, you a hater, huh?
(Boy, you a hater, huh?)
You don't even like to tip the waiter, huh?
(Pussy) thousand dollar pants, Mike
Amiris all flavors, huh?
(I got 'em all) weed so loud
This shit wakin' all the neighbors up
Put your mans on with an ounce, he look bad
(Damn)
My left arm cost a house, this shit sad
(Shit) they ask me why I spend it like that
It's just cash (It's just cash)
Can't die with this shit
So while you livin', have a blast
(Ball) i'm from where them lil' niggas
Dyin' before they live (For real)
Why you think we fly to Miami
Then go to LIV? (LIV)
Why you think we watchin' the
Camera and not cable? (Why you think?)
Why the fuck you think all this
Ace of Spade on the table? (yeah)
Man, look, tuh, ayy (Man, check it out)
Shit can be worse than it is, so be thankful
(Be grateful) i ain't tryna go back broke
That shit painful (Facts)
Full length mink hang down to my ankles
(Full length) no bullshit
I'm stuck to that paper like a staple
(Paper) used to hit the bar and make
It rain in the air (I did)
Now I ain't throwin' you hoes shit, bitch
Get off a nigga dick
I was sittin' in the shoe
And they ain't write me, i was pissed
(I was sick)
Now they act like they forgot, damn
How quick do we forget? (Uh)
My son watch bigger than that
One you bought your bitch (Cay)
That nigga only ten, but he already rich
(He already rich)
I just hung up on the label
They ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Hello?)
Told 'em hit me back when
They get motherfuckin' sense
(I'ma call y'all back)
I'm arrogant and cocky
(Yah) , wrist rocky (Boy)
Diamonds hittin' in my shit, boy
That bitch boxin' (yeah)
You look like it's 'bout to rain, man
Your shit cloudy (Damn)
I been sippin' too much drank, damn
I'm gettin' drowsy (I'm drowsy)
I'm a self made millionaire
(I'm a millionaire) ghetto livin', out of
Prison, takin' pictures
Middle fingers in the air (Ask about me)
I don't really give a fuck, yeah
I live without a care
How he gon' judge me and
He a motherfuckin' square? (Ghetto Boyz)
Forty on the watch
That's a motherfuckin' square (A brick)
And twenty more stacks for
These damn solitares (yeah)
Bitches callin' out my name
I act like I can't hear 'em (Facts)
I'm just lookin' side-to-side
Makin' sure they see me clear (Bling)
Took a couple shots, thank God I'm still here
(Thank God)
Pussy-ass niggas celebrated when I
Went to jail (Pussy)
Came back ballin'
Ask them niggas how it feel
(How it feel, nigga?)
Independent, rich for real, no
Deal, on chill, nigga

No motherfuckin' deal, on chill, nigga
I'm rich for real