I'm Good (feat. Lucci Lou)

Uh, uh No Ceilings, nigga Got T in here, Fuq' in here Streets in here, Lucc' in here We in here biatch Okay Boston Red Sox cap I get baseball money Used to do it big But now bitch I do it Paul Bunyan Cincinnati Reds cap Skinny jeans, black Chucks Hollywood shotgun Watch me make it act up Saints cap, new car Paint that if it ain't black Red light, press a button Make the top faint back That was tough, so are us No such thing as sobered up You closed-minded I shoot you in your head I'll bet you open up High yellow woman with her hair to her ass Bring her home, fuck her like a belt then I crash And when it comes to head I get that 'head of the class I got them green backs like I laid in the grass Lucci be my nigga, the East up in the buildin' Young Mula ba- The blank's already filled in Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull Weezy Baby, nigga, I ain't just good Motherfucker, I'm I'm good I'm good (No Ceilings) I'm good (No Ceilings) I'm good Yeah Still no job bitch, but I ain't hurtin' Phone still ringin', so I'm still workin' Got coke for the snorters, drank if you slurpin' Even got a couple pills for if your back hurtin' Uh, they call me Mr. Pharmaceutical I'm gettin money every time I'm in the studio I'm gettin money bitch even when I do a show I get the money even if I have to sue a hoe That's how the game go East side play it cold We love the new coupes We love our necks froze You couldn't be me if you could Weezy Baby, Lucci Lou, and we good I'm good I'm good I'm good I'm good Yeah