Lil Wayne & Drake – It's Good (feat. Jadakiss) Lyrics

It's Good

Lil Wayne & Drake (feat. Jadakiss)

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"It's Good." - Lil Wayne & Drake (feat. Jadakiss)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:33 pm

Album: Tha Carter IV (Complete Edition)

Track No: 14

You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price, the crown of a king on his throne
When you're chained in the dark all alone
I'm as real as they come
I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood
But I probably should move
Made enough money
I don't fuck around
I just felt they needed me
So I stuck around
Feds got my man
Shit is real, son
'Cause my godson just became my real son
Think life is a game, but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn
Either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air
I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate
Hate turned into fear
If it ain't right
I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch
I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane
Ain't no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words, ****, do your thing
Mind in one place
Heart in another
Please pardon my brother
He's just angry at you ****
Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin' comfy
'Cause we still fuckin' hungry
Young Money got the munchies
Faded, fuckin' faded
Aw yeah, I'm fuckin' faded
They tellin' lies about me
Aw yeah, I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow
Eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches working in that shit hole
Three visits later
I went and did it major
So fuck the judge and the jury and the litigator
Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my **** out
Stop playin'
I ain't with that bullshit
**** act like bitches
Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World
And y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish you would, bitch
Brand new pussy
Pussy good as baby powder
Two glock forty's
****, you got eighty problems
Swimmin' in the money
I'mma need some fuckin' goggles
It's better to give
But we don't give a fuck about 'em
I just came home
Shit then got real, ho
Lil Weezy-ana
The boot ****, steel toe
I ain't workin' with a full deck, but I deal, ho
I just touch down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal
Talkin' 'bout baby money?
I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that how much you love your lady money
I know you fake, ****
Press your brakes, ****
I'll take you out
That's a date, ****
I'm a grown ass Blood
Stop playin' with me
Play asshole and get a ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat
Ha, Hello Kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffen
I lay 'em down
Tempur-Pedic
This shit's a game of chess
You **** think it's cleavage
It's young money
Yeah, 'tis the season
I gave you the business
Bitch, this a business meeting
My ****' hungry
My bitch is greedy
Will I die a bloody murder, dear Mister Ouija?
****, I'm straight
My girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel
Pop pop 'tater salad

Writer(s): D. Carter, A. Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, J. Phillips & B. Pickens.

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