"Good Times" lyrics
Pete, stop fuckin' playin' wit' me
Hit the mall, drop the dub
Bentley coupe, do 200
Blazin', I'm real bloody
Smack her down, pass to buddy
VS1, my wrist a Tundra
G-lock 30, see-through button
Rick'; I spent too much money
Hoes goin' out of style
Thots ain't even talm bout nun'
Bitch, don't start actin' wild
Get to trippin', get another
Chopstick; this bitch a cutter
Insane; I'm geeked up, trippin'
Pots; I'm still water-whippin'
Glocks wit' them 30s in it
Benz; I'm tryna pick up yo' bitch
He ain't really on nun', he a bitch
Money; I take that shit out the safe
Racks; I take that shit out the bank
Wham; she throw that ass in my face
Perc'; way more than I should take
"Brr"; I up the stick, make him faint
Work; I put in work for my rank
Damn, I do what these niggas can't
Sam; I take that boy off the block
Molly; now, the ho said her jaw locked
Harley'; she ride the dick, can't get off
ICarly; ho' wanna go up on live
Perc'; I'm tryna have a good time
Perc'; I'm tryna have a good time
Gang; Money Gang pull up outside
Drugs; I'm takin' shit to get by
Shoot; take someone down wit' that fye'
Blue pill, get high like a bird
Stay with my dawg like Mordecai
Whip up the dope, I get on yo' nerves
Tell you a joke, I won't tell you no lie
Fineshyt pullin' up, black truck
He got this ho' ridin' a bike
Know that my young niggas act up
Took that boy down, that shit wasn't right
Hit the mall, drop the dub
Bentley coupe, do 200
Blazin', I'm real bloody
Smack her down, pass to buddy
VS1, my wrist a Tundra
G-lock 30, see-through button
Rick'; I spent too much money
Hoes goin' out of style
Thots ain't even talm bout nun'
Bitch, don't start actin' wild
Get to trippin', get another
Chopstick; this bitch a cutter
Insane; I'm geeked up, trippin'
Pots; I'm still water-whippin'
Glocks wit' them 30s in it
Benz; I'm tryna pick up yo' bitch
Hit the mall, drop the dub
Bentley coupe, do 200
Blazin', I'm real bloody
Smack her down, pass to buddy
VS1, my wrist a Tundra
G-lock 30, see-through button
Rick'; I spent too much money
Hoes goin' out of style
Thots ain't even talm bout nun'
Bitch, don't start actin' wild
Get to trippin', get another
Chopstick; this bitch a cutter
Insane; I'm geeked up, trippin'
Pots; I'm still water-whippin'
Glocks wit' them 30s in it
Benz; I'm tryna pick up yo' bitch
He ain't really on nun', he a bitch
Money; I take that shit out the safe
Racks; I take that shit out the bank
Wham; she throw that ass in my face
Perc'; way more than I should take
"Brr"; I up the stick, make him faint
Work; I put in work for my rank
Damn, I do what these niggas can't
Sam; I take that boy off the block
Molly; now, the ho said her jaw locked
Harley'; she ride the dick, can't get off
ICarly; ho' wanna go up on live
Perc'; I'm tryna have a good time
Perc'; I'm tryna have a good time
Gang; Money Gang pull up outside
Drugs; I'm takin' shit to get by
Shoot; take someone down wit' that fye'
Blue pill, get high like a bird
Stay with my dawg like Mordecai
Whip up the dope, I get on yo' nerves
Tell you a joke, I won't tell you no lie
Fineshyt pullin' up, black truck
He got this ho' ridin' a bike
Know that my young niggas act up
Took that boy down, that shit wasn't right
Hit the mall, drop the dub
Bentley coupe, do 200
Blazin', I'm real bloody
Smack her down, pass to buddy
VS1, my wrist a Tundra
G-lock 30, see-through button
Rick'; I spent too much money
Hoes goin' out of style
Thots ain't even talm bout nun'
Bitch, don't start actin' wild
Get to trippin', get another
Chopstick; this bitch a cutter
Insane; I'm geeked up, trippin'
Pots; I'm still water-whippin'
Glocks wit' them 30s in it
Benz; I'm tryna pick up yo' bitch
