Testo I'm Good - Clipse
Testo della canzone I'm Good (Clipse), tratta dall'album I'm Good - Single
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ha
Yeah, yeah, hahaha
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Oww!
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?
Hey, buddy, I'm good (What that tell
You?) I'm good (What they tell you?)
I'm good (What she tell you?) I'm good (What you see?)
Two hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch (Remix)
Pullin' up my ride, hell yeah, the rims match (Okay)
What that tell you? I'm good (Like you ain't see this comin')
(What they tell you?) I'm good (Haha)
(What she tell you?) I'm good (Come on)
(What you see?)
The indictment's unsealed, all the lawyers paid
To my players gettin' money, you I serenade
In that German Nazi, them Italian mobsters
Talking Benzes and Ferraris if you couldn't follow
They say I'm underrated, I say that's overstated
I couldn't tell, I thought a kilo meant I finally made it
Then came ten, twenty came quick
Walked out the kitchen, face white as Taylor Swift's
Me in my Louis loafers, maybe my Gucci Vans
Beach bum, condo mortgage kickin' through the sand
Stylin' on them fuckers, can't fade the brothers
G.I. Joe, wrap my body on that Complex cover
Automatic startin', frames chrome heartin'
AMG kitted, roof is on a milk carton
Yeah, this is the life
Fever gone, but you could still get right 'cause I'm good
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?
Hey, buddy, I'm good (What that tell
You?) I'm good (What they tell you?)
I'm good (What she tell you?) I'm good (Ross)
Never sit, so it's caviar carryout (Yeah)
Extended clip in the fog, you gotta air it out (Yeah)
He so flamboyant (Me), put a fan on him (Of course)
I'm a blade chopper, black Land Rover
Know I'm lookin' good, got on too much ice
Open the sunroof, I'm livin' once, twice
Nigga, my sneakers suede, of course my reefer great
I got it off of legal aid, I'm flyer than a eagle, ain't (No, I ain't)
I don't need a belt, dummy, 'cause the money fit
I don't even tie my shoes, I know I'm a trip
I'm a stunner, though, Murciélago in Monaco (You see)
You put her out, I put her onto my bungalow (I got her)
I'm lookin' good (I'm lookin' good)
I'm feelin' better (I'm feelin' better)
I made Forbes six-point M letter
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), Boss
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?
Hey, buddy, I'm good (What that tell
You?) I'm good (What they tell you?)
I'm good (What she tell you?) I'm good (What you see?)
Two hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch
Pullin' up my ride, hell yeah, my rims match
What that tell you? I'm good (What that tell you?)
I'm good (What they tell you?) I'm good (What she tell you?)
I'm good (What you see?)
Yo, mo' money, mo' problems, that's what Big said
But we ain't care, we was all about that quick bread
Buying bags for every ho I misled
M430 got 'em caught up in the spiderweb
Before we met, baby girl was into simple taste
'Til I put her on that jet, told her, "Pick a place"
Cartier wristwear, let her pick her face
Daddy money fallin' out the sky like it's ticker tape
But this is give-and-take, you can't call it trickin'
As long as the car is not the kid's tuition
Louis V, double G, read the inscription
Sitting on Santa's lap, every day is Christmas
Hater, keep your distance, waving the four, Fever
A twinkling of her eye, smoke 'em like Cohibas
So here's to señoritas and them superficial love affairs
Million-dollar crib and it's laid like baby hair
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought
My mattress is full, why shouldn't I be out?
Hey, buddy, I'm good (What that tell
You?) I'm good (What they tell you?)
I'm good (What she tell you?) I'm good (What you see?)
Two hundred dollar jeans with my favorite patch
Pullin' up my ride, hell yeah, my rims match
What that tell you? I'm good (What that tell you?)
I'm good (What they tell you?) I'm good (What she tell you?)
I'm good (What you see?)
You can test it out, ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah, it's on me
Don't it tell you I'm good? (What that
Tell you?) I'm good (What they tell you?)
I'm good (What she tell you?) I'm good (What you see?)
I'm lookin' good, I'm lookin' good
I'm lookin' good, I'm lookin' good
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton
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