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HF bEaTs - Good money (feat. Official Goonie) Lyrics



HF bEaTs - Good money (feat. Official Goonie) Lyrics




Yeah, them play with Tartar sauce Them whip the tan shit
Them play with bad sauce This whip be stupid ho
My track have five four That lil' Caucasian boy
Ain't excluding the door I say my partners jumpin

On a mission, look like hunters They say this problem's big
They ain't want no smoke when they see it Look at them duckin' hidin', tryna go leave it
Run man, how that boy really fleein'? Bumpin' fire on the Drake stick
How a boy really bleedin'? Hell nah, I don't go for nothin

Lil' Noki hit to hit the jack Hit a payload hit, tryna move some crack
Told him, hell yeah, jam with that Lil' bacon soda, razor blades on a glass plate
Whole lotta money out the Section 8 Look, I'll show you how to get some money
Press play, yeah, this shit's a movie Cold cutters in the trailer, they boobies old

Got my jets on the block with a red trap hoe Burglar bars on my trap hoes
Can't kick it in on a boom move If you gettin' through it, I salute you, dude
Knock another tally on this dirty tool Blacked out stick, I threw the stick out in Elmwood
Grind off with no cereal cold Wipe the grill before I threw the hoe

Ain't no dumb fella, man, you should know GSP's on the fast lane
Full clip in a fast burn Takin' risks, I might blow this thing
Like both brains, I might pop a ratchet If I'm poppin' shit, then it's comin' at you
Out the window, release the automatic Whole lotta money on crack addicts

Damn, it's sad to be a crack addict On the block for the crack addict
Trial house with a brick addict Slit ties in the old Metro
Duck money, bitch, they can't have it Postman, post it at the door
A rack a day just in case he blow Even if the motherf*cker don't blow

Check pass, know I'm payin' for sure Shit, girl, yeah, this life on the go
Shit get wicked, it's somethin' I know Say they comin', I'ma let them have it
Tell my momma if I get wet, gotta give me a white casket
Told Noki, put my fingers up Real G, man, with the middle up

That's my bitches, I don't give a f*ck They know how we comin
Yeah, we don't go for nothin' Gotta get my shit up, bitch, I'm out
Don't play with tartar sauce Don't whip the tan shit
Don't play with bad sauce This whip be stupid, hoe

My trap house five-four That lil' Caucasian boy
I ain't excluding the dope And, bitch, I love blue hunnids
Don't play with tartar sauce Don't whip the tan shit
Don't play with bad sauce This whip be stupid, hoe

My trap house five-four That lil' Caucasian boy
I ain't excluding the dope And, bitch, I love blue hunnids
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Yeah, them play with Tartar sauce Them whip the tan shit
Them play with bad sauce This whip be stupid ho
My track have five four That lil' Caucasian boy
Ain't excluding the door I say my partners jumpin

On a mission, look like hunters They say this problem's big
They ain't want no smoke when they see it Look at them duckin' hidin', tryna go leave it
Run man, how that boy really fleein'? Bumpin' fire on the Drake stick
How a boy really bleedin'? Hell nah, I don't go for nothin

Lil' Noki hit to hit the jack Hit a payload hit, tryna move some crack
Told him, hell yeah, jam with that Lil' bacon soda, razor blades on a glass plate
Whole lotta money out the Section 8 Look, I'll show you how to get some money
Press play, yeah, this shit's a movie Cold cutters in the trailer, they boobies old

Got my jets on the block with a red trap hoe Burglar bars on my trap hoes
Can't kick it in on a boom move If you gettin' through it, I salute you, dude
Knock another tally on this dirty tool Blacked out stick, I threw the stick out in Elmwood
Grind off with no cereal cold Wipe the grill before I threw the hoe

Ain't no dumb fella, man, you should know GSP's on the fast lane
Full clip in a fast burn Takin' risks, I might blow this thing
Like both brains, I might pop a ratchet If I'm poppin' shit, then it's comin' at you
Out the window, release the automatic Whole lotta money on crack addicts

Damn, it's sad to be a crack addict On the block for the crack addict
Trial house with a brick addict Slit ties in the old Metro
Duck money, bitch, they can't have it Postman, post it at the door
A rack a day just in case he blow Even if the motherf*cker don't blow

Check pass, know I'm payin' for sure Shit, girl, yeah, this life on the go
Shit get wicked, it's somethin' I know Say they comin', I'ma let them have it
Tell my momma if I get wet, gotta give me a white casket
Told Noki, put my fingers up Real G, man, with the middle up

That's my bitches, I don't give a f*ck They know how we comin
Yeah, we don't go for nothin' Gotta get my shit up, bitch, I'm out
Don't play with tartar sauce Don't whip the tan shit
Don't play with bad sauce This whip be stupid, hoe

My trap house five-four That lil' Caucasian boy
I ain't excluding the dope And, bitch, I love blue hunnids
Don't play with tartar sauce Don't whip the tan shit
Don't play with bad sauce This whip be stupid, hoe

My trap house five-four That lil' Caucasian boy
I ain't excluding the dope And, bitch, I love blue hunnids
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Writer: Official Goonie
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: HF bEaTs
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Official Goonie

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