Texty: Clipse. Other. I'm Good.

(Clipse feat. Pharrell)

(Pharell)
Ey, ey, ey, ey
Yea, yeaa, yea, yeaa

Chorus: (Pusha-T)
You can find me in the streets, even in a drought
My matrass is full, why shouldn't I be out?
Errbody, I'm good (what they tell ya?)
I'm good (what they tell ya?)
I'm good (what she tell ya?)
I'm good (what you see?)
Hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pullin' up my ride, hell yea the rims match (what they tell ya?)
I'm good (what they tell ya?)
I'm good (what they tell ya?)
I'm good (what she tell ya?)

Verse 1: (Pusha-T)
Man, I'm killin' it, ridin in that brand new
Swimmin' through the streets, lookin' like I'm shamoo
In that big body with the wet pave
I got some pocket change from sellin' white ???
Today is a good day, Ice Cubes on my chest
Lookin at my Blackberry freak, hit me on the text
Come and beat it up, I just need a minute
U can ???? you ain't gotta lay in it
Yes, niggas don't like it when you lookin' good
Hate it when you shinin' through the neighborhood
????, niggas know the time, hoes cut their eyes
We call 'em Samurais (Waaaaa a)
Fly as I can ever be
A level of success that you can never see
You jealous mayn, we in propellas mayn
Think about, ain't shit you can ????

Chorus

Bridge:

Verse 2: (Malice)
Cruisin' on 'em 22's, got me sittin' pretty
You should hear that engine purr: Here kitty kitty!
Ride through the city, errbody know me
And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on me
Shoutin out to homies, as i breeze by
I'm on cloud nine, and I ain't even high
Told my shorty I'll be back, and I ain't even lie
Them VVS's be the best that money can buy
I see you flirtin' baby, them jeans is painted on her
Moma lookin' right, and I don't even want her
No need to take it personal, but that's just how it be
No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me
Finaly I'm free, all my dues paid
Them yellow diamonds got the charm, like it's Minute Maid
And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feelin' good
Try and stop my shine, I wish a nigga would

Chorus

(Thanks to BBB for these lyrics)