Gettin' Good

Keep my paper straight, my head's in line the gettin' good

$80,000 car, we servin' through the hood $30,000 car, that's when we keep it low-key

Yeah, they probably think it's sweet, but they don't fuckin' know me

I don't condone no violence, let's keep the money stackin

Baby mad, cause I poured up, she like, you always nappin

She like it when I'm on these songs, cause I don't do no cappin

Breakin' the bank, busting my head, I can't be movin' backwards

If I don't do it, who gon' do it, count the money faster

This rap shit is just a joke, a bunch of paid actors

Ask us why we hit the track, we was some broke bastards