Lyrics
Fried fish from my hood
Man, I got it good
Crown Vic' with the wood
Man, I got it good
Man, before, all I wanted from the store was Girbaud's
Now, it's Cartier for sure
My girl look make it good
Man, I got it good
You wish that you could
Man, I got it good
Man, before, all I wanted from the store was Girbaud's
Now, it's Cartier for sure
I pull up
I decline the xanny' offers, that ain't what my mammy taught me
I been getting mail from the Grammy offers like high-school recruits get handed offers
And rap like a bitch with a million followers
You give your soul up if she swallow ya'
Ya'll pay to get the candy off her, I pirate Bay the panties off her
I'm from where you talk that shit, you're probably gonna die (run it)
Off Newburn Ave. you could get fronts and you could get fish and fries
Go get your money, don't give a fuck 'bout getting fly
I know niggas in Girbaud jeans and niggas in suit and ties (run it)
Ya'll niggas been afraid
I innovate
I be fucking up a dinner-date, like, nah bitch I ain't want no lemonade
I do better by the end of day (right)
Just like a sinner saved (right)
Field niggas in the house (in the house) (in the house) (in the house)
We renovate (yeah)
I ain't got no day off
I booking flights on the day off
Ears ain't the only thing that pop
On the web, we going way up
I write a producer, you love it, and that triple double like a lay-up
Highly suggested you pay up, or you might end up fucking your day up
Fried fish from my hood
Man, I got it good
Crown Vic' with the wood
Man, I got it good
Man, before, all I wanted from the store was Girbaud's
Now, it's Cartier for sure
My girl look make it good
Man, I got it good
You wish that you could
Man, I got it good
Man, before, all I wanted from the store was Girbaud's
Now, it's Cartier for sure