We Good ft. Rah$oul Lyrics

I Used to want a Rollie on my arm

But now I want a Rollie for my moms

I Used to want to put on like the Fonz

But now I wanna put my niggaz on on

(Put em all on)

Put everybody on

Put everybody on

And we on

And we good

The way I yearn for progress is kinda mandatory

Working on myself up in the house I feel like Corey

Don't try to judge if you don't understand the story

When danger is afoot I take my aim, nothing like Tory

I learn to love the situation, anything that's for me

Will never be taken away unless mistakes are costly

Love to roll my weed, I light the grill n have a party

But since im making money, festivities happen hardly

I might just take the day to plan, plot, and strategize

Used to call out all the time on my 9 to 5

Said "Fuck that job" I know my worth and it's tax free

Way more expensive than this pack that never last me

Slap knee, these niggaz funny if you ask me

Like Tyrone Biggums lifting busses on a crack spree

Man we had Cutlasses, my cousin bumping Max B

Coppin' dimes, man who got 5 and tryna match me?

I Used to want a Rollie on my arm

But now I want a Rollie for my moms

I Used to want to put on like the Fonz

But now I wanna put my niggaz on on

(Put em all on)

Put everybody on

Put everybody on

And we on

And we good

Who would I be if I didn't put my team on

Niggazz told me dream on

My Nigga Skit Gave Me The Word Cause he Believed In These Songs

Before the rap I swear I could make on the court Stephon

Ironic, before the cash you the one they stepped on

Platonic, relationships is going down the drain

Can't refrain when the money and the fame involved

Niggaz in my face searched through memory lane ain't a thing I recall

Not a thing you did for

I'm just Tryna get my analytics to pay for mommas acrylics (Put on)

I'm just tryna get my lyrics to pay for my brothers business (Put on)

Tryna put on for my niggaz let the lord be my witness

(Put on for my niggaz let the lord be my witness)

I Put On, Yeah That's Right

We Gone Bounce, We Gone Shine

In Due Time, Well Take Flight

But Til Then, Just Hold Tight

I Used to want a Rollie on my arm

But now I want a Rollie for my moms

I Used to want to put on like the Fonz

But now I wanna put my niggaz on on

(Put em all on)

Put everybody on

Put everybody on

And we on

And we good