Good Money

I'm gon' play this music
Baby pick your feet on up and groove
Loosen up your movements
Tryna make it hot gotta do what it do
Mhhhm yeah yeah
Bad ting in my kitchen
Hot sauce on my chicken
Damn I'm pimpin', soulful livin'
Paycheck got me spending
Cops is always fishin'
Know they trippin', off my pigment

Good money, is all I want
Good money, is all I need
Good money, baby I can't front
Good money, I got mouths to feed

Good money, is all I want
Good money, is all I need
Good money, baby I can't front
Good money, I got mouths to feed

Uhm, Local spitter hot as fajita plates
Type of nigga to keep cash for convenience sake
My phone ringing phone ringing but can't keep a date
Im busy writing sorta singing plus it's really late
I'm just uh, tryna make a dollar
I hustle for a dime middle finger to the coppers
I work my 9-5 add some O T proper
I'm livin' like my daddy getting game from my mama
I'm livin' just enough for the city
Bear with me bear with me stomach empty
Hit me plotting something pretty
Feelin' big willie big willie keep the flow something silly
No pity keep 'em proud, black fam off Disney
Now what's the, real definition of freedom
I've seen the fruit that was sent
From the garden of eden
I've seen angels on the low
Try to battle they demons
I'm working every weeknight
For a low key weekend

Good money, is all I want
Good money, is all I need
Good money, baby I can't front
Good money, I got mouths to feed

Good money, is all I want
Good money, is all I need
Good money, baby I can't front
Good money, I got mouths to feed

Baby I need that good money
Not that sittin' waiting round the hood money
That interest free, blueish, green
Crispy clean
Stacks is neat
Pass to the team
Make what I keep
Crop full cream
And sow what I reap
Yeah, nah mean?

Yeah, ugh yeah
Ouu I'm tryna cash stack
Numbers steady moving like the nasdaq
Sour up they faces when they see me cause proud black
Walkin wit my honey steady drippin like bath mat
Bag back, on some if she want it go and grab that
Throw a function give the homies a place to chill at
Start a business really give my niggas some cash back
Have my parents somewhere coastal
Where the waves crash, laid back, relax
They only problem is the jet lag

I'm gon play this music, baby pick your feet on up and groove
Loosen up your movements, tryna make it hot gotta do what it do
Mhhhm yeah yeah
Bad ting in my kitchen, hot sauce on my chicken
Damn I'm pimpin', soulful livin'
Paycheck got me spending, cops is always fishin
Know they trippin, off my pigment

Good money, is all I want
Good money, is all I need
Good money, baby I can't front
Good money, I got mouths to feed

Good money, is all I want
Good money, is all I need
Good money, baby I can't front
Good money, I got mouths to feed



Credits
Writer(s): David Wood
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