I'm Good lyrics

[Verse 1: Cito]

Yeah bandana on my snapback

Nikes on my feet, got a girl with a fat ass

Rolling on that Afghan Kush like I'm in Baghdad

Oh, that's your girlfriend? Well homie, I smashed that

Tap that, Tell them haters back, back

You can't touch this money ho, Guess I'm like in Sunny, Co

Spending all these hundreds though, Smoking on that fuckin O

Shorty know I turn it up, Something like that radio

Then I tell her burn it up, Ha, R. Kelly flow

You can find me at the top, That's where all the winners go

Oh, you a gold diggin ho? You can go dig a hole

I'm all about my money, yeah I'm all about my dough

Pink lemonade, everyday, when you see me

I pop up out of nowwhere like I'm 3-D

You can try man, but you can never be me

I blow you away, ha, Breezy

[Hook: Cito]

I'm good, fuck your feelings

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

I said I'm good, fuck your feelings

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

[Verse 2: Goldie]

I'm so smooth, I'm Tom Cruise in both shoes

I make moves like playing chess, I slow bruise

I'm so addicted to women, nigga I cannot lose

I love shitting on niggas, fuck it I'm so rude

Fuck, the way I'm living is so different than those dudes

I get my weather from old-timers, I'm old school

Louie flip flops, Automor tic tocs

Racks by the ziplock, tell me who was this hot?

A made nigga with made niggas I'm way richer

He can't shopping the corporate flyer than Blake, nigga

Whoever, don't matter, can get it whenever, however

Whenever is not just uncovered is the way that I put it together

Life of a superstar, now I'm living luxury

Niggas call me bro now, really they don't fuck with me

Bitches call me bro now, who really wanna fuck with me

That's why I'm always in the house and I don't want to company

[Hook: Cito]

I'm good, fuck your feelings

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

I said I'm good, fuck your feelings

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

Homie I'm chilling, OG status

My pockets on swole and my bitches be the baddest

So raspy, you already know who that is

Came from the bottom of the hood, where the crack is

Sleeping on the king size Vera Wang mattress

Catch me coming out the Mandarin with an actress

Yeah I'm chilling, better getcha Nina

Or leave me with the money like Bobby Christina

I have your mom in the front row, in a black dress

Two mill cash any time all access

Told you I'm chilling, enough of the small talk

Sleeve rolled up, linen pants on the boardwalk

Watching a bracelet, straight from the district

Popping out the big boy toys, with a biscuit

Still down to earth though, keep it realistic

I already told you, but in case you missed it, Nigga I'm

[Hook: Cito]

I'm good, fuck your feelings

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

I said I'm good, fuck your feelings

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

Homie, I'm chilling, Ch Ch Chilling

• Artist:Jadakiss
• Album:Consignment (2012)