Good Money lyrics

[Hook]
Baby I ain't on no fence
Imma take you to the neck
Like the way I get you wet
Working up a summertime sweat
That's right
If you need to, I'll write them checks
Your boy come through and pay that rent
Ain't trickin' if you ain't no trick
Plus I know that you good money baby

[Verse 1]
Finesse ass b*tches in the lobby
Waiting on the squad at the foyer [?]
Like it's middle school again
Listening to Pac
But this industry turned high school to a job
Forever young but with you I can grow though
If one of us gonna have to pick a role so
I'll just pick and roll work better than solo
Teamwork baby put spurs on Manolos
Stylin' I'm the f*cking pilot
You the co pilot
You the head stylist
Motherf*ck- look my way don't try this
Lose to these cats
But my girl I'll die first
[Pre-Hook]
Bet my bottom dollar on you
And they said that we can get through

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Finesse ass thots in the crowd now
Skeletons buried in the crowd now
Loose lips sink ships
But down don't mean sh*t
My baby come through with the roundhouse
KO's to the past hoes
They was just trap doors
I was on the road
On a crash course
Trying to milk it all
Never been lactose
I was made [?] liquor, weed plus smash hoes
Now it's good money green
Tarheel sky blue-
Dream rolled up
Sweet caramel eyes
My daddy died young
Your momma ain't right
You stay out my case
Keep sh*t brief though
Just to let me know
It's all good like a free throw
SF, NY, WeHo part
One was the lost soul
[?]
Got a new balance
You my f*cking equal
[Hook]