Текст песни Goon - Brisco, Billy Blue

Goon

I feel like what it is
Stunning that throw bag
Nigga can't have money
And them hoes know dat
Boys in the Maybach
Yet cartoons
You ain't got to do em like that
Boy I gotta get it to me, I'm the opa-locka

Look at me, I get money
Damn, I got money
I'm blowing money fast
And more coming
Popping them bags, feeling them 100s
Damn I got cash, Damn I be stunning
Popping them tags, like it ain't nothing
I be showing my ass, like I ain't got nothing
Cash money got my bag, so I ain't fronting
It's Young Money baby, the ones with diamonds and they trust em
My God, ooh I'm leaning
And they said that boy a fool
And they mean it, handling on that real nigga follow my lead
My shows ED, and I smell like cree
They don't want no pressure, I caught back the pressure
Add a little pressure, then it's like whatever
Now I've on them sliders, pedal to the metal
Something about them pills, put a nigga on that level

I feel like what it is
Stunning that throw bag
Nigga can't have money
And them hoes know dat
Boys in the Maybach
Yet cartoons
You ain't got to do em like that
Boy I gotta get it to me, I'm the opa-locka

Then let me put some shit by you, then take the birds and wild em
Better watch your own boys, better knock on your supplier
Got watch these fake hoes, they'll spray you and stand by you
Stand by, tell that bitch shine and every bitch that stand by
Keep it moving, see the gooning
A couple screws loose so I ride with my tool
Fuck boy I'm Mullen, cockroaches scooching
All of y'all talk a lot, but never really do shit
Gotta make that movie, Blu-ray exclusive
Where the fuck the cameras, bitch better zoom in
Bitch I'm bout to move in, at least off the dock
It's time to mop the floors, Benicia all the walls
Niggas ain't shit, so I'm hanging with my ball
I'm known to stay fresh, bitch I oughta draws
Ball til I fall, tell em haters take that
I'm grinding all day at least till I say bang

I feel like what it is
Stunning that throw bag
Nigga can't have money
And them hoes know dat
Boys in the Maybach
Yet cartoons
You ain't got to do em like that
Boy I gotta get it to me, I'm the opa-locka
I'm the opa-locka

Goon nigga! Food nigga!
Labels couldn't decide, what the fuck to do with em
Cause he divide grinding, and his situation decline
And any problem that arised, came out of that time
Automatic, respect a nigga mind
Pay me what you ow me, and let your boy shine
All my bitches fine, fat ass boat leg one have I capt her
And she go to mo hands, so I crack for mo hands
To wish them enough credit, she in love with my flow
She say I'm energetic
Watch a nigga get it, cleaning with the money
I'm celebrating with my dogs, it's been a long time coming
My wrist and neck flirting, that's probably from the sweat
I'm bout to take off probably with a jet
Brisco next, just how you feel
Cuz all a nigga dozen is trying to keep it real
Yeah, thank you very much ladies and gentlemen