Future - ​all good lyrics

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Future - ​all good lyrics

[Intro] Ronny J, please turn me up [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Started off last week, it was all good Watchin' Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood Shawty told me to fu*k her face so it's all good b*tch it ain't no way I done went Hollywood My hoes all good, I fu*k 'em all good My credit all good, b*tch, I'm always good My pockets all good, my mama's still straight A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake [Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] Got a flock of famous hoes, took 'em to Barbados Purple drink, sippin' b*tch, why you on that K-Roll? We ain't at no playground, I'ma show you how I play though b*tch say I'm playin' mind games with her, she call me Plato I want a motherfu*kin' Janet Jackson I'm sittin' in front of the TV, thinkin' I need a actress Yo' wheel cost more than your front door All I do is point at the ho and she come closer Body like a two-liter, ass fat as hell, ni**a Got a smart b*tch at the 'partment, about to graduatе from Yale A high maintenance ni**a, b*tchеs compliment my nails You know it ain't no goin' against the grain, I'ma prevail This coupe talk to spoiler, lookin' like a damn tail Only five hundred whips like this Demon out of hell We outside, you been inside, ni**a, we can tell My crib double-gated, save that sh*t for all my haters [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Started off last week, it was all good Watchin' Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood Shawty told me to fu*k her face so it's all good b*tch it ain't no way I done went Hollywood My hoes all good, I fu*k 'em all good My credit all good, b*tch, I'm always good My pockets all good, my mama's still straight A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake [Verse 2: Future] My racks all good, my b*tch all good My wrists all good, my hood all good Sittin' court-side higher than the moon Rich ni**a, fu*k your b*tch like a goon (Haha) Rolls-Royce, Ghosts floatin', tycoon Pink diamonds, solitaries, cost me a stack of blues Posted up with the robber, servin' dog food Smoke 'em up, roll the opp up, block him out his shoes Standin' in the trenches with my jewelry I put all my killers on security My shooters, they evil, sit court-side with a heater How the fu*k I'ma ever go Hollywood? I switched out my stripper with a pop star In a vehicle too fast to stop for a cop car I got pink diamonds on me, it was dirty Sprite Bad b*tch rockin' Louis, she look off white [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Started off last week, it was all good Watchin' Russell, Lebron James, on the hardwood Shawty told me to fu*k her face so it's all good b*tch it ain't no way I done went Hollywood My hoes all good, I fu*k 'em all good My credit all good, b*tch, I'm always good My pockets all good, my mama's still straight A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake [Outro: Roddy Ricch] My hoes all good, I fu*k 'em all good My credit all good, b*tch, I'm always good My pockets all good, my mama's still straight A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake A bakery chef how I been flippin' all this cake My credit all good, b*tch, I'm always good