Rockie Fresh - We Good lyrics

It’s mister fresh up in this bitch
So how y’all wanna get it
I got the game locking like a fence
They trying to pick it my shows be loud
Can't hear the chirping of them crickets
Got the bitches driving reckless
Just to say they got a ticket
Everybody with it
That’s why that money pouring in
If these niggas buzzing
Then I gotta be the orkin man
How'd I make my firework
It’s feeling like the 4th again good D
So bitches wanna kick it like it’s 4th and 10
You see that we running shit
Bank is like my end zone
Right after I got it
Then I had to put my friends on
Rapping like I been on, here but my mind gone
In the club, online, shopping on my iPhone
The truth is I’m here to show
'em that I got hoes
I got cold now my hand and wrist got froze
It’s not a question that the
Little homie got flows
Probably why he got chose, starts right
Stop shows

And you ain’t gotta worry about my ride
Cause that mothafucka parked outside
(Ay tell them haters what up)
And you ain’t gotta worry about my grind
Check your watch, it's saying it's my time
(Ay tell them haters what up)
And you ain’t gotta worry about my team
While yall sleeping, we live out yall dream
(Ay tell them haters what up)
And you ain’t gotta worry about my scene
On that mothafucka, I am king
(Ay tell them haters what up)
We good, we good, we good
We good, we good, we good
(Ay tell them haters what up)
We good, we good, we good
We good, we good, we good
(Ay tell them haters)

While they out here gaining hate, man
My pockets gaining weight
I be hustling, grinding
Working till I’m great
Putting on for my city every
Time I’m out of state now I’m eating
Making sure my niggas get a plate
Understand my team is straight
You see girl in that Lexus
When we hitting till the banks
The only time that you can check us
And we love the life we living
We won’t blow it living reckless
And we love this money getting
We can’t let the hate affect us (nooo)
Understand being broke it’s not an option
The owner of the building y’all
Just in this bitch mopping
The flyest niggas here
So that's why the birds are watching
The car's push to start but
The worth is never stopping
And what we want we copping
This is fast life living
They say I’m getting chips and your
Bitch is what I dip in
Ride, riding round around the city
With that wet paint dripping
And the wood grain gripping
And I’m still tip, tipping