Rova - Good Money Lyrics

Ion always know it all but always got it planned out
Ain't nobody hand me shit but always got they hand out
Save a couple bands up and bought the rubber bands out
Hemi wit the super charge did it just to stand out
Damn I was just trappin at my mans house sleepin on my mans couch
Sold em till we ran out
Now just listen as I twist my weed
I ain't never met a bitch I need , naw
Got the pink slip this whip ain't rented
All black wit the windows tinted
And the way the bucket seats recline it can fit at least 4 bitches
And my pocket got a meat roll in it
Did the all gold bottoms white diamonds ion see no dentist
Real nigga ion need no gimmicks
And I never mix the friends with business ion need those in it
Come through shootin like a free throw wit it
And they ask why I'm always high
Cause I know what's coming when I look in my daughter eyes
Thinking bout the shit that niggas do and we glorify
Thinking every different time that I made a shorty cry
If I was with her 30 days I lied to her 40 times
But fuck it because I'm reckless
Risked my life for this money and spent it on a necklace
Fuck about what you made nigga what you invested
I can give you the would or give it to the next bitch
Checker board Louie Vuitton that's what I flex wit
Check a broad she on ya arm but on my check list
In something that's fast I'm doing the dash
My credit was bad I did it in cash
You can take me out the hood but you can't take the hood from me , naw
That's why every single hood love me
Had to cut them niggas off cause they really wasn't good for me
Had to learn that all money ain't good money
You can take me out the hood but you can't take the hood from me , naw
That's why every single hood love me
Had to cut them niggas off cause they really wasn't good for me
Had to learn that all money ain't good money

Ion always know it all but always got it planned out
Ain't nobody hand me shit but always got they hand out
Save a couple bands up and bought the rubber bands out
Hemi wit the super charge did it just to stand out
Damn I was just trappin at my mans house sleepin on my mans couch
Sold em till we ran out
Now just listen as I twist my weed
I ain't never met a bitch I need , naw
Got the pink slip this whip ain't rented
All black wit the windows tinted
And the way the bucket seats recline it can fit at least 4 bitches
And my pocket got a meat roll in it
Did the all gold bottoms white diamonds ion see no dentist
Real nigga ion need no gimmicks
And I never mix the friends with business ion need those in it
Come through shootin like a free throw wit it
And they ask why I'm always high
Cause I know what's coming when I look in my daughter eyes
Thinking bout the shit that niggas do and we glorify
Thinking every different time that I made a shorty cry
If I was with her 30 days I lied to her 40 times
But fuck it because I'm reckless
Risked my life for this money and spent it on a necklace
Fuck about what you made nigga what you invested
I can give you the would or give it to the next bitch
Checker board Louie Vuitton that's what I flex wit
Check a broad she on ya arm but on my check list
In something that's fast I'm doing the dash
My credit was bad I did it in cash
You can take me out the hood but you can't take the hood from me , naw
That's why every single hood love me
Had to cut them niggas off cause they really wasn't good for me
Had to learn that all money ain't good money
You can take me out the hood but you can't take the hood from me , naw
That's why every single hood love me
Had to cut them niggas off cause they really wasn't good for me
Had to learn that all money ain't good money