Fabolous - We Good lyrics

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(Intro: Rich Homie Quan)

We good, we good

Fab, R-H-Q

(Hook: Rich Homie Quan)

Been a couple years since a nigga got put on

Tell ya boy stop, he out of here, he gone

It ain't much that ya can do that I can't do for me

I, I already got my team, I tell 'em

We good, we good, we good, we good

All of my niggas from the hood I tell 'em

We good, we good, we good, we good

We good, we good, we good

(Verse: Fabolous)

Ya wasn't there when we needed yo help so we good

They wouldn't do it, I did it myself now we good

Sorry my nigga can't buy what ya sellin', we good

I heard that my ex askin' 'bout me, just tell her we good

Pourin' some D'usse inside of my cup & some OJ inside of B Wood

Blowing on hookah, some good girls is here but I swear they not here to be good

That boy from Brooklyn they want what he cookin' they heard that his recipe good

Horoscope say that we bad for each otha, but the sex‘ll be good

Get with the Scorpio, I’m gettin' more Fritos

They getting chips, but I’m gettin' Doritos

'Bout to get more Cheetos

I get ya wet have ya busting it like torpedoes

Ya came three times ya trying to four-peat though?

She said 'We good nigga ya try to kill me?'

'I’m tryin' to make sure ya good, do yau feel me?'

Now call that nigga and tell him ya good

When he said come ova tell him ya would

But see the way that my shit is set up

Ya in the bed & ya cannot get up

Focus on ya homie, get yo bread up

Things will get easier, keep yo head up

She with the gang now she throw the set up

And she fucking me good and she make the bed up

So we good, we good

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Fabolous)

We good on ya niggas

Don’t got to wish cos' we would on ya niggas

Back in the day we was good lil niggas

Y’all must of thought that we wouldn't get bigger

Y’all must of thought that we wouldn't get money

Heh, shit we a good seven figures

Give us a shot & we pullin' the trigger

And pull up on niggas like skiiirrt, pull up with bitches like her

Full of chinchilla the fur, bulletproof everythin' sir

Ya know them haters be tryna take shots

They on the bench & they tryna take spots

Them niggas ice cold that ya tryna make hot

Them bitches ain't real, when ya find 'em they thots

The feeling, we good on that fake shit

We out here trying to stay far from it

We know 'bout the bottom, we all from it

We in the hood but ya borrow from it

Did it my way not like y’all done it

Then I just wait and lacoste them

I did it flyer while y'all bummin', this shit ain't hard for me

Too many flavors to do on these haters

But do me a favor don’t do me no favors, we good, we good

(Hook)