From the recording Diary Of A Street King
Lyrics
[Chorus: Doughboy God]
4x
Money Good
Hood Good
What it do
Come for you
Niggas through
Dead presidents
We at you
[Verse 1: Doughboy God]
Love the flex
The trippie threat
Get money
Bang your set
Opps swimmers
They all wet
Bring war
First place bet
Actions cold
No regret
In the mill
Ain't lost it yet
The shit starter
Get it started
Yalll going to regret this moment
Do or die
Lean still sip
Bullets are my gifts
[Chorus: Doughboy God]
4x
Money Good
Hood Good
What it do
Come for you
Niggas through
Dead presidents
We at you
[Verse 2: Doughboy God]
Bullets hurt you
Guns will soak you
Had to haunt you
That's what thugs do
Your body death
Was nothing
Up my sleeve
Hidden something
Come through now they so religious
Do the healing
Not The killing
Spread the wealth
That's the meaning
Do this shit
Breakfast, noon
An even evening
Getting back
You aint never even
Above the law
Still a Steven
[Chorus: Doughboy God]
4x
Money Good
Hood Good
What it do
Come for you
Niggas through
Dead presidents
We at you
[Verse 3: Doughboy God]
Get bigger
Increase figure
Still hide niggas
A real nigga
Get out of line
I kill you nigga
My finger quicker
My drama thicker
Dont end in river
Message delivered
To my armor
You did very little
Say goodbye
Middle nigga
Way to big
You little nigga
[Chorus: Doughboy God]
4x
Money Good
Hood Good
What it do
Come for you
Niggas through
Dead presidents
We at you
