I'm Good (feat. Lucci Lou)

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Uh

No Ceilings, ****

Got T in here, Fuque in here

Streets in here, Lucci 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 ****

The East up in the buildin'

Young Mula ba-

The blank's already filled in

Fire alarm dick, them bitches wanna pull

Weezy Baby, ****, I ain't just good

Motherfucker

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' (Uh-uh)

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'

Uhh, 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