Good Fellas (feat. Fazzini)

Headin' to the club with a flow that'll tear it apart
Smokin' on that weed, I'm flyin' like a charter
Love you? You know I ain't about that
I only keep love for those who've been there from the start

Between excess, sex, nights I stay up
I don't understand a thing, but I know what I want
Motherfuckers, my bro told me not to hold back
To push forward and kill all those rappers

But bro, don't go lookin' for trouble 'cause we're here
Better be good and not miss a damn gram
Son of a b-, you won't talk about what you see
What you starin' at so much, huh, huh?

What's the drama? We're all buddies
They wanna set me up, but I bring the heat, you know, man
You see me at my best, I'm doin' fine
When I finish the verse they say: 'Franky, God damn!'

Listen, little dog of mine, don't bark at just anyone
Before talkin' so much shit, go wash your mouth out
Listen, little dog of mine, don't bark at just anyone
Before talkin' so much shit, go wash your mouth out

Bitches in the club, only money on my mind
I-I-I stay high, Fazzini and Franky
Bitches-Bitches-Bitches in the club, only money on my mind
Always stayin' high, Fazzini and Franky Style

I have a different path, I got what I wanted
And it wasn't because of music, it was because of hustlin'
But not everyone has to do what I did first
But do they even know what it means to be a rapper?

I feel like from the outside everything looks distorted
All things are simpler than you thought
I'm still the street dog but now I'm in demand
I don't miss a single detail, I'm neat and complicated

We're what you dream of but don't have the guts for
I took a risk for my situation a while ago
I never wanted to be like the rest, I worked for my cash
I hit it big and cut back to make it stretch further

They don't even have a clear idea of their game
And they come with their chests puffed out to apply their philosophy
I come from the cheap side and rise without losing honor
And that's why I face it and get ready for the worst, hey
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, and that's why I face it and get ready, oh

Listen, little dog of mine, don't bark at just anyone
Before talkin' so much shit, go wash your mouth out
Listen, little dog of mine, don't bark at just anyone
Before talkin' so much shit, go wash your mouth out

Bitches in the club, only money on my mind
I-I-I stay high, Fazzini and Franky
Bitches-Bitches-Bitches in the club, only money on my mind
Always stayin' high, Fazzini and Franky Style