I'm Good (Remix) [feat. Rick Ross & Pharrell)

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Hah!, yeah
Huh, yeah!
Haha, ay, yeah
Yeah
Yeah! Ha-ha
Ow!
You can find me in the streets, even in the drought
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?
(Why shouldn't I be out, baby?)
Hey buddy, I'm good
What they tell ya? I'm good (Haha!)
What they tell ya? I'm good (Okay)
What she tell ya? I'm good (Uh-huh) What you see?
200 dollar jeans, with my favorite patch (Remix)
Pullin' out my ride, hell yeah, the rims match (Okay)
What they tell ya? I'm good
What they tell ya? I'm good
What they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good (haha! Come on!)
The indictment's unsealed, all the lawyers paid
To my players getting money, you our serenade
In that German Nazi, them Italian Mobsters
Talking Benzes and Ferraris if you couldn't follow
They say I'm underrated, I say that's overstated
I couldn't tell, I thought a kilo meant I finally made it
Then came 10, 20 came quick
Walked out the kitchen, face white as Taylor Swift's
Me and my Louis loafers, maybe my Gucci Vans
Beach bum kinda mortgage kicking through the sand
Styling on 'em fuckers, can't fade the brothers
GI Joe, wrap my body on that Complex cover
Automatic starting, frames Chrome Heartin'
AMG kitted, roof is on a milk carton, yeah!
This is the life, fever gone but you could still get right
Cause I'm good!
You can find me in the streets, even in the drought
(You can find me in the streets, even in the drought)
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?
(Why shouldn't I be out?!)
Hey buddy, I'm good (Motherfucker, I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good (I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good (good!) What you see? (Ross)
Never sit so it's caviar carryout
Extended clip in the fog, ya gotta air it out
He's so flamboyant, put a fan on him
I'm a blade chopper, black Land Rover
Know I'm looking good, got on too much ice
Open the sunroof, I'm living once twice
Nigga, my sneakers suede
Of course my reefer great, I got it off illegal aid
I'm flyer than a eagle lane
I don't need a belt, dummy, cause the money fit
I don't even tie my shoes I know I'mma trip
I'm a stunna tho, Murcielago on money gold
You put her out, I put her onto my bungalow
I'm looking good, I'm feeling better
I made Forbes 6 point M letter
(Yeah!) Yeah!
(Yeah!) Yeah!
(Yeah!) Yeah!
Boss
You can find me in the streets, even in the drought
(You can find me in the streets, even in the drought)
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?
(Why shouldn't I be out?!)
Hey buddy, I'm good (Motherfucker, I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good (I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, What you see?
200 dollar jeans (200 dollar jeans), with my favorite patch (patch)
Pullin' out my ride, hell yeah, the rims match
(hell yeah, my rims match!)
What they tell ya? I'm good (Motherfucker, I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good
What they tell ya? I'm good (good!)
What she tell ya? I'm good, What you see?
Mo' money mo' problems, that's what B.I.G said
But we ain't care, we was all about that quick bread
Buying bags for every hoe I misled
F430 got them caught up in the spider web
Before we met, baby girl was into simple tastes
Til' I put her on that jet, told her pick a place
Cartier wristwear, let her pick a face
Daddy money falling out the sky like it's ticker tape
But this is give and take, you can't call it tricking
As long as the car is not the kids tuition
Louis V, double G, read the inscription
Sitting on Santa's lap, every day is Christmas
Haters keep your distance, waving the four fiver
A twinkle of the eye, smoke em like Cohibas
So here's to señoritas in them superficial love affairs
Million dollar crib, and it's laid like baby hairs
You can find me in the streets, even in the drought
(You can find me in the streets, even in the drought)
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?
(Why shouldn't I be out?!)
Hey buddy, I'm good (Motherfucker, I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good (I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, What you see?
200 dollar jeans (200 dollar jeans), with my favorite patch (patch)
Pullin' out my ride, hell yeah, the rims match
(hell yeah, my rims match!)
What they tell ya? I'm good (Motherfucker, I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good
What they tell ya? I'm good (good!)
What she tell ya? I'm good, What you see?
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah, it's on me (hell yeah, it's on me!)
Don't it tell ya I'm good? (I'm good)
What they tell ya? I'm good (I'm good!)
What they tell ya? I'm good (I'm good!)
What she tell ya? I'm good, What you see?
I'm looking good
I'm looking good
I'm looking good
I'm looking good
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yay!



Credits
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton
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