I'm Good

[Verse 1: Cito] Yeah bandana on my snapback Nikes on my feet, got a girl with a fat ass Rolling on that Afghan Kush like I'm in Baghdad Oh, that's your girlfriend? Well homie, I smashed that Tap that, Tell them haters back, back You can't touch this money ho, Guess I'm like in Sunny, Co Spending all these hundreds though, Smoking on that fuckin O Shorty know I turn it up, Something like that radio Then I tell her burn it up, Ha, R. Kelly flow You can find me at the top, That's where all the winners go Oh, you a gold diggin ho? You can go dig a hole I'm all about my money, yeah I'm all about my dough Pink lemonade, everyday, when you see me I pop up out of nowwhere like I'm 3-D You can try man, but you can never be me I blow you away, ha, Breezy [Hook: Cito] I'm good, fuck your feelings Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling I said I'm good, fuck your feelings Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling [Verse 2: Goldie] I'm so smooth, I'm Tom Cruise in both shoes I make moves like playing chess, I slow bruise I'm so addicted to women, nigga I cannot lose I love shitting on niggas, fuck it I'm so rude Fuck, the way I'm living is so different than those dudes I get my weather from old-timers, I'm old school Louie flip flops, Automor tic tocs Racks by the ziplock, tell me who was this hot? A made nigga with made niggas I'm way richer He can't shopping the corporate flyer than Blake, nigga Whoever, don't matter, can get it whenever, however Whenever is not just uncovered is the way that I put it together Life of a superstar, now I'm living luxury Niggas call me bro now, really they don't fuck with me Bitches call me bro now, who really wanna fuck with me That's why I'm always in the house and I don't want to company [Hook] [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Homie I'm chilling, OG status My pockets on swole and my bitches be the baddest So raspy, you already know who that is Came from the bottom of the hood, where the crack is Sleeping on the king size Vera Wang mattress Catch me coming out the Mandarin with an actress Yeah I'm chilling, better getcha Nina Or leave me with the money like Bobby Christina I have your mom in the front row, in a black dress Two mill cash any time all access Told you I'm chilling, enough of the small talk Sleeve rolled up, linen pants on the boardwalk Watching a bracelet, straight from the district Popping out the big boy toys, with a biscuit Still down to earth though, keep it realistic I already told you, but in case you missed it, Nigga I'm [Hook]