Good For That Remix by Bruno_The_GOAT/ Bruno Lyrics
Give me hundred millions
Cause I’m good for that
You keep saying that you hate I don’t trust dat
If you hate me, why you playing my songs back back
Haters keep on hating, they were born for dat
Rather lose my sleep as long as I get the cash (eh)
Your career ain’t growing, you more like Peter Pan (woah)
Rappers
I keep em locked in like corona man( indeed)
Blessings after blessings I must be heaven sent
(Straight up))
[Verse 1]
You can burn me alive, I’ll resurrect like a phoenix (xx)
I’m more like 50cent, not even with 7 shots ( woah)
You won’t kill me
I’m on the road to the riches
My competition ain’t close to me
I was made for music like iPods, and
You lazy as fuck, Garfield
(Oyeah)
You’re the type of nigga
Who gonna save the(no)
I beat that Pussy like Rocky
Then I’m on Go (yeah)
Said you love, I know you capping for sure (haha)
Oyea eay yeah
I started sharp shooting niggas to make em tap
Cause they weren’t made for this
Can’t be beefin with nun of you
Niggas
Cause that shit won’t make me rich
Stop being the bitch
I Am your king
Lil boy stop that
On your knees
You owe me respect kid
(Oyeah)
Nun of the shit that you do
Is knew to me
Nun of you niggas is ready to school me
Y’all niggas got ghostwriters, and if I expose y’all I’ll be doing it for my inter peace
You wanna get paid for features you nun even famous kid
You’ll only get attention from this people if you drop sumn with my name on it
I don’t rap, I preach (yeah)
I don’t lose, I win (yah)
I’m a fuckin God
You nun but a bitch (OMG)
I came
Straight
From 258
I’m still
Aiming
For the bread
You Charlie Chaplin you can't tell shit
I’m legit
One of kind like Jesus Christ
You niggas my sons
You dig ?
Heard you’ve been talking auto-Tune
You only jealous cause you can’t do what I do
So let’s talk about your flows
And how you sound like Czzle
Let’s talk about your hoe
And how she pretends to be with ya
Let’s talk about the songs we recorded and you didn’t release em
Deep down we both know who’s the Goat between us
[Hook]
Give me hundred millions
Cause I’m good for that
You keep saying that you hate I don’t trust dat
If you hate me, why you playing my songs back back
Haters keep on hating, they were born for dat
Rather lose my sleep as long as I get the cash (eh)
Your career ain’t growing, you more like Peter Pan (woah)
Rappers
I keep em locked in like corona man( indeed)
Blessings after blessings I must be heaven sent
(Straight up))
Cause I’m good for that
You keep saying that you hate I don’t trust dat
If you hate me, why you playing my songs back back
Haters keep on hating, they were born for dat
Rather lose my sleep as long as I get the cash (eh)
Your career ain’t growing, you more like Peter Pan (woah)
Rappers
I keep em locked in like corona man( indeed)
Blessings after blessings I must be heaven sent
(Straight up))
[Verse 1]
You can burn me alive, I’ll resurrect like a phoenix (xx)
I’m more like 50cent, not even with 7 shots ( woah)
You won’t kill me
I’m on the road to the riches
My competition ain’t close to me
I was made for music like iPods, and
You lazy as fuck, Garfield
(Oyeah)
You’re the type of nigga
Who gonna save the(no)
I beat that Pussy like Rocky
Then I’m on Go (yeah)
Said you love, I know you capping for sure (haha)
Oyea eay yeah
I started sharp shooting niggas to make em tap
Cause they weren’t made for this
Can’t be beefin with nun of you
Niggas
Cause that shit won’t make me rich
Stop being the bitch
I Am your king
Lil boy stop that
On your knees
You owe me respect kid
(Oyeah)
Nun of the shit that you do
Is knew to me
Nun of you niggas is ready to school me
Y’all niggas got ghostwriters, and if I expose y’all I’ll be doing it for my inter peace
You wanna get paid for features you nun even famous kid
You’ll only get attention from this people if you drop sumn with my name on it
I don’t rap, I preach (yeah)
I don’t lose, I win (yah)
I’m a fuckin God
You nun but a bitch (OMG)
I came
Straight
From 258
I’m still
Aiming
For the bread
You Charlie Chaplin you can't tell shit
I’m legit
One of kind like Jesus Christ
You niggas my sons
You dig ?
Heard you’ve been talking auto-Tune
You only jealous cause you can’t do what I do
So let’s talk about your flows
And how you sound like Czzle
Let’s talk about your hoe
And how she pretends to be with ya
Let’s talk about the songs we recorded and you didn’t release em
Deep down we both know who’s the Goat between us
[Hook]
Give me hundred millions
Cause I’m good for that
You keep saying that you hate I don’t trust dat
If you hate me, why you playing my songs back back
Haters keep on hating, they were born for dat
Rather lose my sleep as long as I get the cash (eh)
Your career ain’t growing, you more like Peter Pan (woah)
Rappers
I keep em locked in like corona man( indeed)
Blessings after blessings I must be heaven sent
(Straight up))