We Good (Feat. Rich Homie Quan)

We good, we good Fab, R-H-Q Chorus: Rich Homie Quan Been a couple years since a nigga got put on Say ya boy a star, he outta here, he gone It ain't much that you 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 1: Fabolous Ay, you wasn't there when we needed your help so we good so we good They wouldn't do it, I did it myself now we good now we good Sorry my nigga can't buy what you selling, we good sorry, my nigga I heard that my ex asking 'bout me, just tell her we good, uhh Pouring some D'USSE inside of my cup & some OJ inside of B Wood, uhh Blowing on hookah, some good girls is here But I swear they not here to be good, uhh That boy from Brooklyn they want what he cooking they heard that his recipe good, uhh Horoscope say that we bad for each other, but the sex'll be good Get with the Scorpio, I'm getting more Fritos They getting chips, but I'm getting Doritos 'Bout to get more Cheetos I get you wet have you bustin' it like torpedoes You came three times you trying to four-peat though She said We good, nigga, you try to kill me I'm trying to make sure you good, do you feel me Now call that nigga and tell him you good When he said come over tell him you would But see the way that my shit is set up You in the bed and you cannot get up Focus on you homie, get your bread up Things'll get easier, keep your 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, we good Chorus: Rich Homie Quan Been a couple years since a nigga got put on Say ya boy a star, he outta here, he gone It ain't much that you 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 2: Fabolous We good on you niggas Don't gotta wish cause we would on you niggas huh Back in the day we was good little niggas huh Y'all must have thought that we wouldn't get bigger what Y'all must have thought that we wouldn't get money Heh, shit we a good seven figures Give us a shot and we pulling the trigger And pull up on niggas like skurttt Pull up with bitches like her Full of chinchilla, the fur Bulletproof everything sir You know them haters be trying to take shots bow They on the bench and they trying to take spots bow Them niggas ice cold that you trying to make hot huh Them bitches ain't real, where you find 'em they thots huh The feeling, we good on that fake shit yeah We out here trying to stay far from it Know 'bout the bottom, we are from it We in the hood but you barred from it Did in my way not like y'all done it Then I just wait and Lacoste 'em I did it flyer while y'all bumming woo This shit ain't hard for me easy Too many flavors to do on these haters uh But do me a favor don't do me no favors We good, we good Chorus: Rich Homie Quan Been a couple years since a nigga got put on Say ya boy a star, he outta here, he gone It ain't much that you 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