Good Credit Lyrics

Good Credit Lyrics

(Intro)
Yes, Lawd, ya heard me, Foolie, ya heard me
Mula, ya heard me

(Hook)
b**ch, I'm the man, you gotta give me credit
You do when I'm in that pussy, I'm so energetic
b**ch, you got me workin' like a diabetic
Damn, rich nigga, b**ch, I got good credit
I promise, if you bad as f**k, we can have my weddin'
I'm runnin' through that pussy like Jerome Bettis
Chop, shoot him in his head, f**k a headache
f**k it

(Verse)
We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast
Yummy, I'm from the hood, that's Cliffside, that's Wheeler St.
And if you want meet, you can meet me there
I swear I won't take defeat
I shoot you in the head, first shooter undefeated
My niggas with me, we comin' deep, put his head in ?
Goddamn, fully jet got a limp, I came from a Trans Am (I did)
My b**ch had a tangerine (she did)
They know who I am (they do)
I smoke kush by the gram, I always be outta town (I do)
I swear to God I hold it down
My niggas got them birds, they ship it through the Greyhound
I'm ballin' on you f**kin' niggas
Yo boyfriend outta bounce
I pass bad b**ch around, I smoke fruity by the pound
And where all my haters? I swear I can't hear a sound
No, b**ch, f**k it!

(Hook)
We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast (we do)
Shoot him in his head, f**k a headache (f**k yo nigga)
b**ch, you got me workin' like a diabetic
But you bad as f**k, I gotta give you credit (damn)
b**ch, you bad as f**k, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful)
b**ch, you bad as f**k, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful)
Let them young mula take you off em ledgings
I'mma run through that pussy like Jerome Bettis (run it)

(Verse 2: Foolie Faime)
50 audash I'm runnin' this sh*t
Gun on my hip, pots killin' these b**ch
I'm 911 while cuffin' this b**ch
I' kill errbody choppa choppa this b**ch
Heard out the chef is the chef, but who gives a sh*t?
I kill you and yo b**ch, run this shovel in yo b**ch
Yeah we murderers, all you other niggas is scared of us
Nervousness, break your balls in all different areas
Soft, asparagus, oh see how dirt it is
You niggas ain't got bars like we phone carriers
Spreadhead, get it? And from Ubongo biggidy biggidy
This that camera real pay for you nigga, ain't gettin' neat
You betta leave fold, ribiddy ribiddy the show, I'm embeddin' this

(Hook)
We wake up with choppas and low clips for breakfast (we do)
Shoot him in his head, f**k a headache (f**k yo nigga)
b**ch, you got me workin' like a diabetic
But you bad as f**k, I gotta give you credit (damn)
b**ch, you bad as f**k, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful)
b**ch, you bad as f**k, I gotta give you credit (you're beautiful)
Let them young mula take you off em ledgings
I'mma run through that pussy like Jerome Bettis (run it)