J.R. Donato - Everything, Everything lyrics

[Hook – Wiz Khalifa] Everything good, my money real good I'm rolling up good, she f**ing real good Her p**y real good, I'm rolling through my hood And everything good, and everything good Everything good, my money real good I'm rolling up good, she f**ing real good Her p**y real good, I'm rolling through my hood And everything good [Verse 1 – Iamsu!] I'm still f**ing n***as hoes but I'm tryna stop I'm on the grind like all the time, from 9 to 9 o'clock It's so much fly sh** in my closet, let me take you shopping Ain't no stopping, got to get it, boy it ain't an option n***as is watching, always up in something different Put your a** on game Money over all the b**hes, split the profit with my gang Smoking, I'm smoking, I'm smoking Taking shots like I was open No baby, we ain't from Oakland Roll it up, twist it up, smoke it Me and John brought the rich back OG telling us we did that s** and swallow me, she kidnap Every verse pushing their wig back So it's homicide, oh my god, every vegan traumatized It's the squad, heartbreak, tell the gang, n***a do your thang We get high [Hook] [Verse 2 - Berner] G double O D Cookie that's OG I'm moving through your city with the thang I'm tryna get paid Nah, we don't talk to the police Four days straight on d** Four for the dud, everything's good Got a new gold chain, ice cold frames Your weed look cool but I like more strain Laid back in the Maybach From the Bay, been on since way back Keep a b**h broke, I'm deep in her throat I only wrote this [?] to be [?] They used to hate me but they love me now Hopped out the game, I heard it's dry, and it's ugly now Hit me when it land, 8 AM it should be touching down Tell her turn around, back it up, make it touch the ground Tell that b**h I'm good, pay me like she should sh** on leather, grip on wood [Hook] [Verse 3 – JR Donato] Everything good, to the hash up in the cookies To the way she give me nookie Be with k**ers if you pushing At the tour I'm selling cushy So baby pop that p**y For a trill n***a, two cups Might be too turnt with two s*uts [?] better my wallet b**hes be running, I'm calling her runner Blue hundreds will get you through college They giving me knowledge [Verse 4 – Kool John] You know I do it magnum, you know my lifestyle I f** her real good, she tryna have my child All my hoes got my name tattooed I give em fat dick and fast food I hit the thing till it's red like a baboon I give her big stick, no bamboo I'm real chill, but I get wild I'm a dog, [?] no puppy child Million dollar hoes, Imma hit her now Keep the car running, b**h I'm in and out [Hook]