Big K.R.I.T. - Good Foot lyrics

They think the money might change me Well maybe so Cause I'm tired of being f**ed up and being poor Scheming on a dumb n***a for a plate With these songs like a good perm, hope it take n***as ride with their tops down in the hood Chucking deuces to the bad b**hes, Understood What it took just to be a man, my plan Pay me what you owe, not what you can't I was down for mine, that's all I ever knew While you was talking sh**, I was talking revenue I told em get paid, stay the f** out of the mix Cause n***as ain't real And hoes ain't sh** Good foot, I stay up off mine And watch your step n***as ain't right, that's why they so left Good foot, now what you waitin on? I told him get paid, stay the f** out of the mix Cause n***as ain't real And hoes ain't sh** Now, who the f** told you I ain't heavy as boulders? I got a thousand years, surely there's nothing colder There's no one closer to the Biggie flow Give and go, on these hoes the number one negro They blow like Piccolo Benzes and Beemers I shine like the sun at the peak of a zenith Who am I b**h? What you know about the hard knock Old school time machine From the light to hard top No tears, see my face, ho? I've been pa**ed you, what you pumping your brakes for? Chill! And stay the f** out of the mix Cause n***as ain't real And hoes ain't sh** [Hook]