"Good Intentions" lyrics
Oh yeah
Bumpin' that Sunset Ave
Wait, civilized human beings
Just a matter of time
But we all came up
It's all big and local 'till you too big for your competition
That ain't the shot at no rappers, that's just an honest issue
Yeah, the clock is clickin' homie, I ain't got no time to diss you
Putin' on for my niggas until they yell, "we miss you," real
And we on the young gunna shit
My niggas be runnin' shit
Take over your parliament
Money, that's the goal over here
I be wildin' while my niggas be sippin' on a fourty beer
Plottin' up our future years
Grinnin', we some Nike feins
Hiking boots in limousines
Needin', I get patient to accommodate for the shit I need
L.K., realest niggas of them out
I guess that's why these phony niggas run they mouth
Hit Versace, I clean them out
Put my moms in that big-ass house
Civilizing 'till I'm dead and gone
These niggas feel what I'm talkin' 'bout when I make it
Always chasin' that paper
I thank God for my hustling, my strong water be major
Rich goal to be able to look out for those people that enabled me to do the best
And put hella food on my table with them fancy labels
And that's the way it go
Got good intentions with the money flow, niggas know
Good intentions with that money, mm-hmm
Good intentions with that pape
Twenty-four hours
Monday to Sunday
Is 'bout that money
Good intentions with that money, mm-hmm
Good intentions with that pape
Twenty-four hours
Monday to Sunday
Is 'bout that money
Gonna miss them late nights
Work hard to feel right
No slits to kill mice 'till they walked the moon, who killed Mike?
Tell the truth with them bills, right
Lies white like sales white
Been in the game for two years
And I swear to God, I been tight, uh
And I just pray that ain't blinded by the devil and the rebels and the triangles, that said that I ain't love us, hold up, uh
We this Elephants with elegance, and everybody got a silver, only bitches sellin' it, uh
So civilized until the death of me
And middle fingers to the bitches that never slept with me
This energy is killin' me
And all that hate you dishin' out is actually just thirllin' me
So make your move, and I'll make mine
You tryna make a killing, but the murder take time, yeah
Just let the real stars shine
You lost kills, but we gon' grind, hold up
Good intentions with that money, mm-hmm
Good intentions with that pape
Twenty-four hours
Monday to Sunday
Is 'bout that money
Good intentions with that money, mm-hmm
Good intentions with that pape
Twenty-four hours
Monday to Sunday
Is 'bout that money
Bumpin' that Sunset Ave
Wait, civilized human beings
Just a matter of time
But we all came up
It's all big and local 'till you too big for your competition
That ain't the shot at no rappers, that's just an honest issue
Yeah, the clock is clickin' homie, I ain't got no time to diss you
Putin' on for my niggas until they yell, "we miss you," real
And we on the young gunna shit
My niggas be runnin' shit
Take over your parliament
Money, that's the goal over here
I be wildin' while my niggas be sippin' on a fourty beer
Plottin' up our future years
Grinnin', we some Nike feins
Hiking boots in limousines
Needin', I get patient to accommodate for the shit I need
L.K., realest niggas of them out
I guess that's why these phony niggas run they mouth
Hit Versace, I clean them out
Put my moms in that big-ass house
Civilizing 'till I'm dead and gone
These niggas feel what I'm talkin' 'bout when I make it
Always chasin' that paper
I thank God for my hustling, my strong water be major
Rich goal to be able to look out for those people that enabled me to do the best
And put hella food on my table with them fancy labels
And that's the way it go
Got good intentions with the money flow, niggas know
Good intentions with that money, mm-hmm
Good intentions with that pape
Twenty-four hours
Monday to Sunday
Is 'bout that money
Good intentions with that money, mm-hmm
Good intentions with that pape
Twenty-four hours
Monday to Sunday
Is 'bout that money
Gonna miss them late nights
Work hard to feel right
No slits to kill mice 'till they walked the moon, who killed Mike?
Tell the truth with them bills, right
Lies white like sales white
Been in the game for two years
And I swear to God, I been tight, uh
And I just pray that ain't blinded by the devil and the rebels and the triangles, that said that I ain't love us, hold up, uh
We this Elephants with elegance, and everybody got a silver, only bitches sellin' it, uh
So civilized until the death of me
And middle fingers to the bitches that never slept with me
This energy is killin' me
And all that hate you dishin' out is actually just thirllin' me
So make your move, and I'll make mine
You tryna make a killing, but the murder take time, yeah
Just let the real stars shine
You lost kills, but we gon' grind, hold up
Good intentions with that money, mm-hmm
Good intentions with that pape
Twenty-four hours
Monday to Sunday
Is 'bout that money
Good intentions with that money, mm-hmm
Good intentions with that pape
Twenty-four hours
Monday to Sunday
Is 'bout that money
