me (Good to my baby, good to my baby) Good to my baby Good to my baby Good to my baby Good to my baby She's my girl and I'm good to my baby She's my
(Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) She's my girl and I'm good to my baby She
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Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) She's my girl and I'm good to my baby She
my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) (Good to my baby) She's my girl and I'm good to my baby She's my girl
and Built a fort out of sheets I finally found you My missing puzzle piece Baby, baby, baby ohh Like baby, baby, baby noo Like baby, baby, baby ohh I
my tall glass, Young Money baby, big shit like a horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti matte black. Where they do that at? South Beach
we the usual suspects And still my talent is yet to be challenged Had new jet with my own pilot No blastin' off, but flexin' DJ Khaled My mom stressin' college but my
new six Lalalalalalalalalala, I just taught my young boys how to mix Lalalalalalalalalala, ye ain't seen paper like this nigga (Verse 1) Every all star, every Cancun, every holiday South Beach
don't laugh At the good ol' boys getting autographs In Cincinnati, I know you heard I got fined for the cuss words It's true, baby, so so unique Might
I do some dirt she be my alibi I need me a bitch, like I need a 6 4 I need me a bitch that'll shine my rims up and open my door I need me a bitch, who
cop Spot us some hos, tooted my horn at the bitch ??? ever skaty, my team ya's the shit Fifteen's humpin, dropped the top, she moaned countin my dough
strip got gold, leten em boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named
with beach balls, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws They skin tone is coffee and milk, mixed up Ass as big as my boss'
show, I pass 'em by You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good And if you looking for me You can catch me in my hood Just doing my thing
One more Well, I heard Steve Earle had lots of wives About as many as cats have lives Met 'em on his records and we're good friends He writes a song
