Good Fella

I'm tryna sleep in
Got funds coming in, as I'm sleeping
Got one naked next to me, she done left my sheets drenched
Another one in the bathroom mirror standing on my sheep skin
Oh what a evening
Oh what a evening
Tryna live out everyday like it's a weekend
Running in and out of state doing as we please man
Bettys in and out of state filling up my recents
They visit frequent
Text when they descend and land
Later we'll link I'm chasing bands
Booda with me, we tasting strands
We just do, not making plans
Unless it's moves to rake in ends
For that chest we taking chance
I got bros, I can't with friends
Stay with poles but great with hands, uh huh

Listen close, baby girl I'mma learn ya
It don't concern us, please don't tell us nothin further
Yea I'mma Earna, I'mma Earna, I'mma Earna
Yea I'mma Earna, I'mma Earna, I'mma Earna

Think I fell in love with all my bitches
Think she can just fuck to be called my misses
Nighas ain't playa, I ball by distance
Haters just fans, can't fault my critics
And if it ain't paying, ain't at all my business
We hate rats and all dry snitches
We tote gats in these fly britches
And those that plot, they people gon buy ditches
Yea, yea, yea, yea Se La Vie
Thoroughbred, so the bag it favor me
When getting paper, it's hard to be hater free
She ain't my flavor but love how she cater me
Accidentally laid the D, got too comfortable
Now all she want is the meat, I'm her lunchable
Collect profits from everything non-refundable
While these boys doing the things that my sons'll do
Show no love but watching me, I'm sonning you
Gotta watch who feel beneath, thats up under you
Five times a hunnid blues
Table setting, blunt and food
Trees we been running through, done done the blues
And cuz love the food

Listen close, baby girl I'mma learn ya
It don't concern us, please don't tell us nothin further
Yea I'mma Earna, I'mma Earna, I'mma Earna
Yea I'mma Earna, I'mma Earna, I'mma Earna



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Harris
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