Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All Good , by - Joey Fatts. Release date: 27.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Good |
| Money matters, cause it’s over all |
| For that cash, boy, I’m strapped like some overalls |
| Standin' on the corner tryna get this yola off |
| And I’m makin' cheese so the beef just a burger dog |
| Getting worked off, everyday trappin' |
| Quarters got low so when niggas start rappin' |
| Niggas outta line, forty-five toe taggin' |
| Know I’m blessed, still bought another semi-automatic |
| And if it start clappin' niggas catching bodies |
| Every night antoher homi on my side of town |
| Gettin' money so these hoes tryna kick it now |
| Didn’t wanna drop a hundred bet she’s with it now, bitch is foul |
| But I’m just doin' me, still keep it G |
| Why? |
| Cause I’m the same O.G. |
| from the east |
| In the streets nigga still hug the block |
| And if I ain’t there I’m probly runnin' me a spot |
| Where the guap, with the Glock, niggas chippin' non-stop |
| Make the wrong move then your ass gettin' shot |
| Still slingin' rocks I’ll probly never leave the hood |
| But even if I could I don’t think a nigga would |
| Cause everything is all good |
| Everything’s all good, nigga |
| Don’t worry everything’s all good |
| All good, all good, everything’s all good |
| All good, all good, everything’s all good |
| Let’s make a toast to better days |
| Used to move work in the set now we paid crushin' the stage |
| Spendin' rent money on fancy dinner plates |
| Probly clean out your bank account with these dinner rates |
| I been down and out but momma birthed a soldier |
| I was a little wheezy, but now the drought is over |
| Been paper chasin' since diapers, niggas I skipped the stroller |
| Used to dream of Testarossas now we gettin' chauffeured |
| Used to be priced with pussy now they throwin' me chocha |
| First I fuck, grab my stuff again it’s buenas noches |
| Used to push 36 like |
| Had a key for every door so I knew how to manage |
| Now it’s moppin' floors, automatics in the attics and clips |
| Long as antennas for niggas bout static, yea |
| Baby, leave your seat and fuck with a low |
| And nigga act like you been here before |
| Let’s make a toast |
| Welcome to Earth |
| I put pills in your applesauce |
| We never ever ask where the apple’s from |
| I like my drums hella hard, soundin' ignorant |
| Woke up this mornin' hella early laughin' at the sun |
| We can shine too like you son ain’t the only one |
| For what it’s worth I appreciate a bad outcome |
| I appreciate all my friends that’s out there, tell me somethin' |
| Like you the one we been waiting for, all the rest are frontin' |
| And if it only lasts for a spur of a moment, hope it’s Duncan |
| Catch the melody, homie told me I’m on to somethin' |
| Tomorrow it’s the movie star track |
| I’m in the car tryna catch a charge from all my contacts |
| Phone died and I’m feelin' low as battery acid |
| And it hurt sometimes but I still gotta mask it |
| Readin' all my thoughts and I’m feelin' like trash |
| And what’s crazy is compared to yours I’m still fantastic |
| On top of the world and I’m still under it |
| Don’t mistake the sunny days cause I’m still thunderin' |