[Chorus]
Fried fish from my hood
Man, I got it good
Crown Vic' with the wood
Man, I got it good
Man, before, all I wanted from the store was Girbaud's
Now, it's Cartier for sure
My girl look Meagan Good
Man, I got it good
You wish that you could
Man, I got it good
Man, before, all I wanted from the store was Girbaud's
Now, it's Cartier for sure
[Verse 1]
I pull up
I decline the xanny offers, that ain't what my mammy taught me
I been getting mail from the Grammy office
Like high-school recruits get handed offers
And rap like a bitch with a million followers
You give your soul up if she swallow ya'
Ya'll pay to get the candy off her
I Pirate Bay the panties off her
I'm from where you talk that shit, you're probably gonna die (Raleigh)
Off New Bern Ave. You could get fronts and get fish and fries (Raleigh)
Go get your money, don't give a fuck 'bout getting fly
I know niggas in Girbaud jeans and niggas in suit and ties (Raleigh)
Ya'll niggas been afraid (gahdamn)
I innovate (gahdamn)
I be fucking up a dinner-date
Like, nah bitch I don't want no lemonade (gahdamn)
I do better by the end of day (right)
Just like a sinner say (right)
Field niggas in the house (in the house) (in the house) (in the house)
We renovate (yeah)
I ain't got no day off
I'm booking flights on the day of
Ears ain't the only thing that pop
On the way up, we going way up
I write it, produce it, you love it, and that triple-double, it feel like a lay-up
Highly suggest that you pay up, or you might end up fucking your day up
[Chorus]
Fried fish from my hood
Man, I got it good
Crown Vic' with the wood
Man, I got it good
Man, before, all I wanted from the store was Girbauds
Now, it's Cartier for sure
My girl look Meagan Good
Man, I got it good
You wish that you could
Man, I got it good
Man, before, all I wanted from the store was Girbauds
Now, it's Cartier for sure