Good歌词

Sunday morning I'm already drunk yeah
Strawberry mimosa add the rum ah
Smiling through the struggle like a real one
Hustle on the meal young
Going for the win
I ain't judging how nobody live nah
Running from my problems on the tour
They will never catch me nah
ándale, ándale
I'm on holiday holiday ah ah
Gotta hop in this jets yeah
Gotta hop in this jets yeah
First class in my seat ah
All drinks on me yeah
Gotta hop in this lift ah
Gotta hop in this lift ah
Leg room in that Benz yeah
Getting up with my friends yeah
New day, new stage
Poison all in my Kool-aid
New girls
New Balance from the Kith store with my Dousset
New sun, new moon
New telly, new room
Do good, good ju ju
I do me, you do you like uh
I be in the crib turning up
In the cut, turning up, in the cut like ah
I be in the crib turning up
In the cut, laying low
What you want, what you want, what you want
Why you tryna kill the fun
What you want, what you want
We forever on the run
I don't trust a single soul
Everybody wanna jump
I think everything a joke
Pour that Henny in the cup like ah
Grinding cos my youngin gotta eat
Show my baby mama them receipts
I won't ever see defeat
Fourth quarter wipe the dirt up off my cleats ay
Hail mary that ***** ah
Hail mary that ***** yeah
Tell mama we good ah
Tell mama we rich yeah
Hail mary that ***** ah
Hail mary that ***** yeah
We just trying to do good ah
We ain't never had *****t ah
We ain't never had *****t
I be in the crib turning up
In the cut, turning up, in the cut like ah
I be in the crib turning up
In the cut, laying low
What you want, what you want, what you want
Smiling through the struggle like a real one
Hustle hustle on the meal young going for the
I be in the crib turning up
In the cut, turning up, in the cut like ah
I be in the crib turning up
In the cut, laying low
What you want, what you want