Peezy - I’m Good, Pt. 6 lyrics

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Peezy - I’m Good, Pt. 6 lyrics

[Intro] Yeah No Hooks 3, pussy Richer than I ever been, ni**a Let's go [Verse] Did my time in the feds, I ain't b*tchin', I'm a G (I'm a G) Need an AMBER Alert, the roof been missin' all week (Yeah) It's just me and my mans, this a coupe, not a Jeep (It's no fu*kin' Jeep) Pull back up to the dealer, this b*tch ain't got no backseats I ain't tryna be rude, ho, I'm just sayin' (I'm just sayin', b*tch) How much I gotta pay to fu*k you and your best friend? (How much?) She got mad and had a fit, I told the b*tch I'm just playin' If I get married, I'ma have Gary as my best man (Gary) Just to hop the line, it was twenty-five hundred (That's it?) Told the lil' fu*k ni**a that ain't no money (That ain't sh*t) Pulled a banky out and paid his ass in all hundreds (Yeah) We been stackin' all winter, so we ballin' all summer (Huh?) I used to dream about this sh*t when I was broke (I did) Ain't been doin' sh*t but rappin', lookin' like I sell dope (I just rap) fu*k a b*tch to sleep, she woke up and found a note That said last night was fun, but today, I had to go (I'm gone) You hate to see ni**as winnin', boy, you a hater, huh? (Boy, you a hater, huh?) You don't even like to tip the waiter, huh? (Pussy) Thousand-dollar pants, Mike Amiris all flavors, huh? (I got 'em all) Weed so loud, this sh*t wakin' all the neighbors up Put your mans on with an ounce, he look bad (Damn) My left arm cost a house, this sh*t sad (sh*t) They ask me why I spend it like that, it's just cash (It's just cash) Can't die with this sh*t, so while you livin', have a blast (Ball) I'm from where them lil' ni**as dyin' before they live (For real) Why you think we fly to Miami, then go to LIV? (LIV) Why you think we watchin' the camera and not cable? (Why you think?) Why the fu*k you think all this Ace of Spade on the table? (Yeah) Man, look, tuh, ayy (Man, check it out) sh*t can be worse than it is, so be thankful (Be grateful) I ain't tryna go back broke, that sh*t painful (Facts) Full-length mink hang down to my ankles (Full-length) No bullsh*t, I'm stuck to that paper like a staple (Paper) Used to hit the bar and make it rain in the air (I did) Now I ain't throwin' you hoes sh*t, b*tch, get off a ni**a dick I was sittin' in the shoe and they ain't write me, I was pissed (I was sick) Now they act like they forgot, damn, how quick do we forget? (Uh) My son watch bigger than that one you bought your b*tch (Cay) That ni**a only ten, but he already rich (He already rich) I just hung up on the label, they ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (Hello?) Told 'em hit me back when they get motherfu*kin' sense (I'ma call y'all back) I'm arrogant and co*ky (Yah), wrist rocky (Boy) Diamonds hittin' in my sh*t, boy, that b*tch boxin' (Yeah) You look like it's 'bout to rain, man, your sh*t cloudy (Damn) I been sippin' too much drank, damn, I'm gettin' drowsy (I'm drowsy) I'm a self-made millionaire (I'm a millionaire) Ghetto livin', out of prison, takin' pictures, middle fingers in the air (Ask about me) I don't really give a fu*k, yeah, I live without a care How he gon' judge me and he a motherfu*kin' square? (Ghetto Boyz) Forty on the watch, that's a motherfu*kin' square (A brick) And twenty more stacks for these damn solitares (Yeah) b*tches callin' out my name, I act like I can't hear 'em (Facts) I'm just lookin' side-to-side, makin' sure they see me clear (Bling) Took a couple shots, thank God I'm still here (Thank God) Pussy-ass ni**as celebrated when I went to jail (Pussy) Came back ballin', ask them ni**as how it feel (How it feel, ni**a?) Independent, rich for real, no deal, on chill, ni**a [Outro] No motherfu*kin' deal, on chill, ni**a, I'm rich for real

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