Troy Good - Ole`

Katrina been talkin yeah yeah
Salina been barkin yeah yeah
Katrina been talking
Salina been barking
They making my girl debate
Now I got 2 burner phones and my side bitch keep asking
Why my ringtone is never the same
Same guy that told me I never would make I gave him and stack and I told him to pray
I never did listen
I trapped in the hallways and now i go crazy for yall on the stage
I'm one of the greats yeah yah
I'm one of the greats yeah yah
I won the raceee yeah yah
I'm one of the greats yeah yah
I hit the club and I'm fucking it up
Bottle ah Jack and a bottle ah crown
I grabbed the goose by the neck and I told her wassup
Next thing that I knew she was down
All ah my niggas gonna slide
A cut for my guy
We eating it up by the pound
This lil bit need a ride
I pulled her inside
She claim lost now she found
I just copped 2 checks
One for the hard work
One for the new track baby im paid
Baby called her friends
Now I got 3 girls screaming like a soccer team baby olay
I just copped food stamps now the whole kitchen dancin around like a fucking cinco de Mayo parade
Turned to the street life
Had ta get paid right quick
I ain't really have time for a break
Baby I'm paid
Baby I'm paid
I dont need that luck nigha baby I'm straight
In the cut tucked wit a strap got 2 phones on me what the fuck going on I'm like Gates
Baby okay yeah
Yeah baby yeah baby okay yeah
Yeah baby yeah baby yeah oo
Katrina been talking
Salina been barking
They making my girl debate
Now I got 2 burner phones and my side bitch keep asking
Why my ringtone is never the same
Same guy that told me I never would make I gave him and stack and I told him to pray
I never did listen
I trapped in the hallways and now i go crazy for yall on the stage
I'm one of the greats yeah yah
I'm one of the greats yeah yah
I won the raceeee yeah yah
I'm one of the greats yeah yah
I'm hotter than wasabi ah damn ya ya ya ya
I'm flyer than the plane I am ah ya ya ya
You jokers on stand you phonies brown nose you suckas got ran
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I grew up in the store my pockets gon show
Wat the fuck you gon match Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Playin wit my feelings n I'm gonna catch a case
I move bricks pies dimes
Served up lines ah the yay
You a dick riding guy you would slide for some change
Ima dick baby down till she crying for a break
Ah yeah ah yeah ah yeah
The fuck you gon say now shit
Ahh yeah ah yeah ah yeah yeah
All my records get plays now bitch
Wassup
Katrina been talking
Salina been barking
They making my girl debate
Now I got 2 burner phones and my side bitch keep asking
Why my ringtone is never the same
Same guy that told me I never would make I gave him and stack and I told him to pray
I never did listen
I trapped in the hallways and now i go crazy for yall on the stage
I'm one of the greats yeah yah
I'm one of the greats yeah yah
I won the raceeee yeah yah
I'm one of the greats yeah yah

Written by:
Troy Good

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