good things 2 (with tana)

It's 4 a.m. now, and the club close soon
Two men, six dancers with us, need to find a way back home
Her name was Diamond, she look like Alicia
Friend called Ruby, name matches her lips
Mama's cooking going straight to the back (straight to the back)
Wait until the party see this

Everybody wanna party with River
Tequila, it's slowly creeping down my liver
Zuko, let me know when you pull up
These niggas around me doing too much
No phone number, what kinda payment you got?
I think your pimp tailed us from the lot
Baby, we bougie, twin Versace Glocks
We gotta hide 'em before we walk in

My house (my house), on the top of the hill
The parties go on, and on, and on
And your love is keeping me still
I'll let you take the wheel

On this party you convinced me to throw
Let's leave, backyard shit never goes how I want it to go
Locked in daddy's office, strung out playing with their nose
Backyard shit is the last thing I would throw, would throw, would throw

Good thing I got money to throw

Who got money to throw? Throw, throw, throw, woah
Good thing I got money to throw
(Oh my God)
Who got money to throw? Throw, throw, throw, woah
(Good thing, good thing)

I see you came wit' yo' friends
You can come party with us tonight, I swear, the party won't end
I barely get drunk or get high, but for you, I'm with it
Fuck connectin' by the hand, baby, let's connect by the lips

Everybody wanna party with bana
Promise I don't got too much standards
Shawty, click up with yo' boy 'fore the night ends
I gotta get back to Atlanta

Police comin', baby, I hear the sirens
They just tryna ruin our night
These niggas tryna fuck us up, we get violent
Me, I never go with the hype

Go on, girl, do yo' thing, fuck the haters
And she don't even know my name, she just know I'm famous
Right now it's all fuck the fake, I swear, I hate 'em
Is you tryna come back to my place? Maybe later

Good thing I got money to throw
Baby, woah-oh
Who got money to throw? Throw, throw, throw, woah
Good thing I got money to throw
(Oh my God) oh, yeah, oh, yeah
(Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Who got money to throw? Throw (yeah), throw, throw (slatt)
(Good thing, good thing) slatt, oh yeah



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Writer(s): Lorenzo Marques Spadoni, Zachary Cassell, Tommaso Pisano, Tyler Ryan Lee Jordan Brooks
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