A Mi Me Va Bien

歌詞

They say success is the best revenge That's the reason I'm always on my grind I promise to God, I ain't got no paper to lend Y'all motherfuckers must be out y'all mind And I don't really give a fuck if you be family or friend I ain't giving up one God damn dime I'm leaving all you bitches behind I'm leaving all you bitches behind, that's right Z-Ro the Crooked, King of the Ghetto, and the Mo City Don That's a hell of a man And he ain't trying to buy no wolf tickets either homie So ain't no use in selling 'em man You damn right a hell of a hustle ain't gon get you nothing but some hell of a grands No feeling like money in my hand Money over bitches I know you understand, that's right I'm doing just fine, homie I don't need no help Especially when it comes to spending my wealth I'm doing just fine, I'm one deep because I love myself Envy and jealousy is bad for my health I'm doing just fine, without you in my life I don't need you in my life, I don't want you in my life All I want, is the cash All of y'all can kiss my ass I'm still a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way Frown on my face I'm holding my H.K. Handling bidness digging ditches everyday hey Still a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way And I'm a be a real nigga till I'm old and grey And the whole world wanna know just what I've got to say S.U.C., until I D-I-E That's all I ever will be I'm a keep holding it down, and doing this damn thing for my town None of you bitches ain't gotta come around And it's gon be like that till I'm in the ground that's right I'm doing just fine, homie I don't need no help Especially when it comes to spending my wealth I'm doing just fine, I'm one deep because I love myself Envy and jealousy is bad for my health I'm doing just fine, without you in my life I don't need you in my life, I don't want you in my life All I want, is the cash All of y'all can kiss my ass I use to have a love jones for this chick named Lisa Now my love jones is for the Mastercard or the Visa Ain't no love in my heart, homie it's col' like Keisha Nine ounces in the door panel, a couple of mo' in the speaker I get a ticket down in Texas, ain't gon give 'em a reason To put me in jail it's even, and gone a couple of seasons I'm trying to stack my paper taller than a great dane Joseph Wayne McVey ain't saving no bitches, 'cause he ain't got a cape mayn Bitch, you ain't smoking my weed for free And don't offer me none of your raggedy booty, that ain't nothing to me And while y'all getting-getting some head, I'm getting-getting some bread And while y'all fellas relaxing, I'll be getting-getting ahead Screwed Up Click until I die Mayn I'm so high, I don't think I can drive That's why I'm riding shotgun, with my shotgun One nigga disrepect, and get your whole block done, done I'm doing just fine, homie I don't need no help Especially when it comes to spending my wealth I'm doing just fine, I'm one deep because I love myself Envy and jealousy is bad for my health I'm doing just fine, without you in my life I don't need you in my life, I don't want you in my life All I want, is the cash All of y'all can kiss my ass Ha-ha, King of the Ghetto Entertainment (Yeah, not on me) Rap-A-Lot Records in this bitch (In my life), what it do Big Chief What up J, what up all my niggaz in Mo City We on our motherfucking own nigga, you know I'm saying The down South shit nigga, Screwston Texas nigga (ay) Al-motherfucking-ready (ay), heavy like a '57 Cheve (ayyyyay) Already going down country tunes, R.I.P. Pimp Still going down in the South, bitch yeah