GoodFellas

(Verse 1)
Straight out the trenches we in the same clothes
Remember days I had nothing posted on main road
Opened up my eyes first time I see a ghost
Had the stars in the roof I need me a key of coke
All my people be hustling tryna keep afloat
I told my people its nothing just count on me to blow
We was distributing at the corner store
Had to call my connect up I need to cop some more
Addicted to money
Addicted to bitches
I know that you love me
Can't fuck with snitchеs
The feds got my brothers free up my niggas
I need mе some money double my figures
I just want money don’t want no bitches
I don’t need me a bitch to tell all my business
I said I’ma make it God is my witness
& I’ma tick all these niggas up off of my hitlist

(Chorus)
All we know is buy it then we sell it
We was really grinding in favelas
Money multiplying every second
Yeah I know they smiling but they jealous
Walking in the rain with the wetters
On the back road with some Good Fellas
Yeah I stack loads and the hoes love us
Got my seat low beamer no mileage

We just tryna fly up out the country
Tell me do you love me?
Remember days when I ain’t have no money
Had a nigga feeling bummy
Yeah I know she’s in it for the money
She don’t really love me
Now that I’m getting show money
I’ma fly up out the country

(Verse 2)
He knew they wasn’t riding he used his intuition
Mummy telling him slow down he never listened
Now he’s back in prison
Never had a pot to piss in
Judge gave him years for them drillings
Now its fuck the system
He don’t see no point in praying so its fuck religion
I know you thought that she was riding but your chick is missing
There’s a bigger vision
Tryna build a coalition
Tryna get my family out the slums then we’ll all be winning
Addicted to money
Addicted to bitches
I know that you love me
Can't fuck with snitches
The feds got my brothers free up my niggas
I need me some money double my figures
I just want money don’t want no bitches
I don’t need me a bitch to tell all my business
I said I’ma make it God is my witness
& I’ma tick all these niggas up off of my hitlist

(Chorus)
All we know is buy it then we sell it
We was really grinding in favelas
Money multiplying every second
Yeah I know they smiling but they jealous
Walking in the rain with the wetters
On the back road with some Good Fellas
Yeah I stack loads and the hoes love us
Got my seat low beamer no mileage

We just tryna fly up out the country
Tell me do you love me?
Remember days when I ain’t have no money
Had a nigga feeling bummy
Yeah I know she’s in it for the money
She don’t really love me
Now that I’m getting show money
I’ma fly up out the country