Hit-Boy - Goon$ lyrics

[Verse 1] I Live In The World Where The Haters Talk sh** About You If You Get Money Man That sh** Is Ugly I Found A Few Connects When I Was Young Selling Dope Was Never Easy Man I'm Telling You, I Got Lucky I Was Up On Alameda Cruisin' Down The Street Usually A Pretty b**h Up On My Driver Seat Inhale Exhale I Hate It When You Lie To Kick It b**hes Need To Keep It Real I Give A f** How You Feel I Got Some Dope Money Then I Went & Paid My Momma's Bills Notorious Smoked With The Gang Spit Flows & I Never Say No To A Fade Zip-Lock Bags Full Of Dro & Some Caine In My Zone All I Do Is Put Doe In The Bank Hoes Better Know What I Smoke & I Drank Extendos & A Half A "O" On The Tray, Lets Roll [Hook] b**hes Got My Name Tattoo'd On Em Thinking That They Got Me On Lock (Never!) I'm At A Party With A Couple Of Goons And I'm Hoping That Nobody Get Shot (Get It) No Party Like A Gangsta Party No Party Like A Gangsta No Party Like A Gangsta Party Ain't No Party Like A Gangsta [Verse 2] I Come From The Gang Yeah I Come From The Streets Yeah I Still Get Hara**ed By The f**ing Police You Still On The Run And You Still Getting Guns You Livin' Like f** It I'm Still Sellin' Drugs Don't Understand What I Gotta Do To Make You Understand All I Had Was A Couple Soups I Grew Up Kinda Screwed Up Started Getting Tatted Everything About Me Blew'd Up Listening To Wu-Tang, Cash Rules Money Over Hoes Even If She Got Me Tattoo'd Came Back In A All Black Benz's Its A Trip How I Went And I Lost A Few Friends The Evil Amongst A Few Men I Lost A Few Hoes I Was With f** Em I'm Still Gettin' Bread I'm Still Gettin' Way Up Ahead I'mma f** With Your Best Friend Instead You Still Being Watched By The Feds [Hook] [Verse 2] I Come From The Gang Yeah I Come From The Streets Yeah I Still Get Hara**ed By The f**ing Police You Still On The Run And You Still Getting Guns You Livin' Like f** It I'm Still Sellin' Drugs Don't Understand What I Gotta Do To Make You Understand All I Had Was A Couple Soups I Grew Up Kinda Screwed Up Started Getting Tatted Everything About Me Blew'd Up Listening To Wu-Tang, Cash Rules Money Over Hoes Even If She Got Me Tattoo'd Came Back In A All Black Benz's Its A Trip How I Went And I Lost A Few Friends The Evil Amongst A Few Men I Lost A Few Hoes I Was With f** Em I'm Still Gettin' Bread I'm Still Gettin' Way Up Ahead I'mma f** With Your Best Friend Instead You Still Being Watched By The Feds [Hook]