GOOD CREDIT Lyrics

She just want a hood nigga with some good credit

Block still hot but I don't sweat it

How you call shots but got no merits

Niggas Big Queens, but don't know Merrick

I paid for her pedicure, and asked for a flick, man

I hope she don't think I got a toe fetish

I pull up on the block all the hoes yelling

I pull up to the shows all the women show up

I be so locked in, I be over-zealous

Caught up in a pickle got stuck off the Sour

But when the shit sweet, yeah they know relish

If we did the crime you my co-defendant

Niggas cross guards like they know the streets

How you cross God and it's no repentance

I be making money for the older me

1 income got you so dependent

2 incomes get you extra shit

3 incomes got my flow stupendous

Imma grow the shit to some ownership

Double up then spin the block on the coldest bitches

I bet you all warmed up to the Don now

It's all good till it's all down

If she riled up, never tell her calm down

Never tell her

Uh

I like my women girly girly

Stank, but with me she flirty flirty

Morning sex, she get dirty early

Uh, Slim but she curvy curvy

Realize I'm a prize too so you gotta earn me, heard me?

Word

Cash keep it stern and sturdy

Never let the petty shit heard perturb me

But the world deters me

Niggas mad weird, shit fall on deaf ears, yeah, the worlds concerning

Ya morals are reflection of the man you be

And I spent 3 bills on the pants you see

I need 3 women Total... like Can't You See?

And I never lost a step like an amputee

The arms out if you a wife beater

We protect women over here and you might need a

Woman in ya life you wasn't led by the right leader

And if she smell like Valentino scent then I might eat her

(I love that shit)

Don with the Don, sip Paloma's by the bar

Mmmmmm

Tequila to kill her you know that's the bar

She give me my space cuz she know I'm a star

But The world ain't mine baby girl this is ours

Make ya selection from clothing to cars

Sinatra been building the life of a Don