Marc E. Ba**y - Good Money lyrics

[Hook] Baby I ain't on no fence Imma take you to the neck Like the way I get you wet Working up a summertime sweat That's right If you need to, I'll write them checks Your boy come through and pay that rent Ain't trickin' if you ain't no trick Plus I know that you good money baby [Verse 1] Finesse a** b**hes in the lobby Waiting on the squad at the foyer [?] Like it's middle school again Listening to Pac But this industry turned high school to a job Forever young but with you I can grow though If one of us gonna have to pick a role so I'll just pick and roll work better than solo Teamwork baby put spurs on Manolos Stylin' I'm the f**ing pilot You the co pilot You the head stylist Motherf**- look my way don't try this Lose to these cats But my girl I'll die first [Pre-Hook] Bet my bottom dollar on you And they said that we can get through [Hook] [Verse 2] Finesse a** thots in the crowd now Skeletons buried in the crowd now Loose lips sink ships But down don't mean sh** My baby come through with the roundhouse KO's to the past hoes They was just trap doors I was on the road On a crash course Trying to milk it all Never been lactose I was made [?] liquor, weed plus smash hoes Now it's good money green Tarheel sky blue- Dream rolled up Sweet caramel eyes My daddy died young Your momma ain't right You stay out my case Keep sh** brief though Just to let me know It's all good like a free throw SF, NY, WeHo part One was the lost soul [?] Got a new balance You my f**ing equal [Hook]