GoodFellas Lyrics

Straight out the trenches we in the same clothes

Remember days I had nothing posted on main road

Opened up my eyes first time I see a ghost

Had the stars in the roof I need me a key of coke

All my people be hustling tryna keep afloat

I told my people its nothing just count on me to blow

We was distributing at the corner store

Had to call my connect up I need to cop some more

Addicted to money

Addicted to bitches

I know that you love me

Cant fuck with snitches

The feds got my brothers free up my niggas

I need me some money double my figures

I just want money don't want no bitches

I don't need me a bitch to tell all my business

I said Ima make it God is my witness

And Ima tick all these niggas up off of my hit list

All we know is buy it then we sell it

We was really grinding in favelas

Money multiplying every second

Yeah I know they smiling but they jealous

Walking in the rain with the wetters

On the back road with some GoodFellas

Yeah I stack loads and the hoes love us

Got my seat low beamer no mileage

We just tryna fly up out the country

Tell me do you love me?

Remember days when I ain't have no money

Had a nigga feeling bummy

Yeah I know she's in it for the money

She don't really love me

Now that I'm getting show money

Ima fly up out the country

He knew they wasn't riding he used his intuition

Mummy telling him slow down he never listened

Now he's back in prison

Never had a pot to piss in

Judge gave him years for them drillings

Now its fuck the system

He don't see no point in praying so its fuck religion

I know you thought that she was riding but your chick is missing

There's a bigger vision

Tryna build a coalition

Tryna get my family out the slums then we'll all be winning

Addicted to money

Addicted to bitches

I know that you love me

Cant fuck with snitches

The feds got my brothers free up my niggas

I need me some money double my figures

I just want money don't want no bitches

I don't need me a bitch to tell all my business

I said Ima make it God is my witness

And I'ma tick all these niggas up off of my hit list

All we know is buy it then we sell it

We was really grinding in favelas

Money multiplying every second

Yeah I know they smiling but they jealous

Walking in the rain with the wetters

On the back road with some Good Fellas

Yeah I stack loads and the hoes love us

Got my seat low beamer no mileage

We just tryna fly up out the country

Tell me do you love me

Remember days when I ain't have no money

Had a nigga feeling bummy

Yeah I know she's in it for the money

She don't really love me

Now that I'm getting show money

Ima fly up out the country

Fly up out the country

Now that Im getting show money

Fly up out the country

Fly up out the country

Now that I'm getting show money