Soul Food

I'm gonna be good to you

I'm gonna be good to you

I'm gonna be good to you

I'm gonna be good to you

If I gave you my love

I'm telling you what I do

You got to be good to me

I'm gonna be good to you






Uh

You know I'm trying to make it from the hundreds

Crumbs getting money how it comes

Smoke a thou tryna suffocate my lungs

Nigga scared to get a gun

Get caught and do the Wayne you know me I do the same

Treat drama how it come, treat bitches how I want

Tell the baddest I'm the coldest

Treat me like I'm Moses, hit the water break it down now they call the op

Know we hurt more when you bleeding on the inside

Never love the money more, never hit your honey raw

Another day, another dead, another day, just another dollar after taxes ashes to ashes

I play by the rules married to the game and if I did it all over wouldn't change a thing






If I gave you my love

I'm telling you what I do

You got to be good to me

(It's only right)

I'm gonna be good to you

(Uh huh uh huh)






Bet you mad see the swag and the good Gucci shoe

Louis hood, life like a movie
Hood

Hen and Rose fill the glass, toast to douche bags and we

Mush fags, sour and kush bags

Long rides got a nigga aggravated


State to state nigga seeing fans ain't even know we had

Yea cheese, say cheese, camera flash off the ice bright flashing em
mama factoring

Bum rush the door, yea we gon' Green Bay Packer em

Never slacking and never napping in an I'm shackled in

Grind African, said it wasn't happening now its happening money stacking fuck rapping

Never stress I'ma invest and progress in the recession these niggas ain't learning till you teach them a lesson

Off the mental no pencil, I'm gonna give these niggas a message

Blow the sour straight to the head that's herbal essence






If I gave you my love

I'm telling you what I do

You got to be good to me

I'm gonna be good to you