Fabolous Ft. Rich Homie Quan - We Good Lyrics

We Good Lyrics by Fabolous
(Feat. Rich Homie Quan)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
We good, we good
Fab, R-H-Q

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
Been a couple years since a nigga got put on
Stackin' buns, starve, he outta here, he gone
There ain't much that you can do that I can't do for me
I-I already got my team, I tell 'em
We good, we good, we good, we good
All of my niggas from the hood I tell 'em
We good, we good, we good, we good
We good, we good, we good

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
You wasn't there when we needed your help so we good
They wouldn't do it, I did it myself now we good
Sorry my nigga can't buy what you selling, we good
I heard that my ex asking 'bout me, just tell her we good
Pouring some D'usse inside of my cup & some OJ inside of B Wood
Blowing on hookah, some good girls is here but I swear they not here to be good
That boy from Brooklyn they want what he cooking they heard that his recipe good
Horoscope say that we bad for each other, but the sex‘ll be good
Get with the Scorpio I’m getting more Fritos
They getting chips but I’m getting Doritos
'Bout to get more Cheetos
I get you wet have you bustin' it like torpedoes
You came three times you trying to four-peat though?
She said "We good nigga you try to kill me?"
"I’m trying to make sure you good, do you feel me?"
Knock on that nigga & tell him you good
When he said come over tell him you would
But see the way that my shit is set up
You in the bed & you cannot get up
Focus on you homie, get your bread up
Things will get easier keep your head up
She with the game now she throw the set up
And she fuckin' me good and she make the bed up
So we good, we good

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
We good on you niggas
Don’t got to wish cause we would on you niggas
Back in the day we was good little niggas
Ya’ll must of thought that we wouldn't get bigger
Ya’ll must of thought that we wouldn't get money
Heh, shit we a good 7 figures
Give us a shot & we pulling the trigger
And pull up on niggas like skrr, pull up with bitches like her
Full of chinchilla, the fur, bulletproof everything sir
You know them haters be trying to take shots
They on the bench & they trying to take spots
Them niggas ice cold that you trying to make hot
Them bitches ain't real, when you find 'em they thots
The feeling, we good on that fake shit
We out here trying to stay far from it
We know 'bout the bottom, we all from it
We in the hood but you ball from it
Been in my way not like y’all done it
Then I just wait and lacoste them
I did it flyer while ya'll bumming, this shit ain't hard for me
Too many flavors to do on these haters
But do me a favor don’t do me no favors
We good, we good

[Hook]

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