I'm Good (Remix featuring Rick Ross & Pharrell - Explicit)

Ay Ay Ay Ay Yeah
Yeah Hahaha
Ay Yeah Yea
Yeah Hahaha Ow
You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out
Ay buddy I'm good
What that tell ya I'm good
What they tell ya I'm good
What she tell ya I'm good
What you see
Two hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride hell yeah the rims match
What that tell ya I'm good
What that tell ya I'm good
What they tell ya I'm good
What she tell ya I'm good
What you see Looking good
The indictment's unsealed all the lawyers paid
To my players getting money you our serenade
In that German n**i them Italian Mobsters
Talking Benzes and Ferraris if you couldn't follow
They say I'm underrated I say that's overstated
I couldn't tell
I thought a kilo meant I finally made it
Then came 10 20 came quick
Walked out the kitchen
Face white as Taylor Swift's
Me and my Louis loafers
Maybe my Gucci Vans
Beach bum kinda mortgage kicking through the sand
Styling on em censored can't fade the brothers
GI Joe wrap my body on that Complex cover
Automatic starting frames Chrome Heartin'
AMG kitted roof is on a milk carton yeah
This is the life fever gone
But you could still get right cause I'm good
Even in the drought
My mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out
Hey buddy I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What she tell you I'm good
What you see
Ross
Never sit so it's caviar carryout
Extended clip in the fog ya gotta air it out
He's so flamboyant put a fan on him
I'm a blade chopper black Land Rover
Know I'm looking good got on too much ice
Open the sunroof I'm living once twice
Know my sneakers suede
Of course my reefer great I got it off illegal aid
I'm flyer than a eagle lane
I don't need a belt damnit cause the money fit
I don't even tie my shoes I know I'mma trip
I'm a stunna tho Murcielago on money gold
You put her out I put her onto my bungalow
I'm looking good I'm feeling better
I made Forbes 6 point M letter
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You can find me in the streets even in the drought
My mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out
Hey buddy I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What she tell you I'm good
What you see
Two hundred dolla jeans with my favorite patch
Pullin up my ride hell yea the rims match
What they tell you I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What she tell you I'm good
What you see
Yo
Mo' money mo' problems that's what Big said
But we ain't care we was all about that quick bread
Buying bags for every censored I misled
F430 got them caught up in the spider web
Before we met baby girl was into simple tastes
Til' I put her on that jet told her pick a place
Cartier wristwear let her pick a face
Daddy money falling out the sky like it's ticker tape
But this is give and take you can't call it tricking
As long as the car is not the kids tuition
Louis V double G read the inscription
Sitting on Santa's lap every day is Christmas
Haters keep your distance waving the four fever
A twinkle of the eye smoke em like Cohibas
So here's to senoritas in them superficial love affairs
Million dollar crib and it's laid like baby hairs
Even in the drought
My mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out
Hey buddy I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What she tell you I'm good
What you see
Two hundred dolla jeans with my favorite patch
Pullin up my ride hell yea the rims match
What they tell you I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What she tell you I'm good
What you see
'Cos Imma tell me what you say
Got what to want hey yes oh me
Don't be tell
I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What they tell you I'm good
What she tell you I'm good
What you see
I'm looking good I'm looking good
I'm looking good I'm looking good
Yeah yeah yeah yeah