[Produced by Phonix Beats]
[Intro: 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'USSÉ 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
