[Pharrell]
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Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay...Yeah!
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Yeah...Hahaha....
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Ay, Yeah...Yea
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Yeah...Hahaha...Ow!
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[Chorus]
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You can find me in the streets
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Even in a drought, my mattress is full
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Why shouldn't I be out?
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Ay buddy I'm good.
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What they tell ya? I'm good.
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What she tell ya? I'm good.
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What you see?
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Two hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
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Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What they tell ya? I'm good.
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What she tell ya? I'm good.
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What you see? (Looking good...)
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[Pusha]
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Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
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Swimming through the streets, looking like I'm Shamoo
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In that big body, with the wet paint
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I got some pocket change, from selling wet weight
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Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest
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Looking at my Blackberry, freak hit me on the text
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Come and beat it up, I just need a minute
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You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it (Yes!)
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Niggas don't like it when you looking good
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Hate it when you shining through the neighborhood
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Brand new ride, niggas know the time
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Hoes cut they eyes--we call them samurais (martial arts ad lib)
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Fly as I could ever be
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A level of success that you could never see
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You jealous mane, we in propellas mane
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Think about it, ain't shit you could tell us mane.
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[Chorus]
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You can find me in the streets
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Even in a drought, my mattress is full
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Why shouldn't I be out?
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Ay buddy I'm good.
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What they tell ya? I'm good.
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What she tell ya? I'm good.
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What you see?
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Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
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Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What they tell ya? I'm good.
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What she tell ya? I'm good.
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What you see?
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[Hook]
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You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
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Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
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Don't it tell ya I'm good?
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What they tell ya? I'm good.
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What she tell ya? I'm good.
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What you see? (I'm looking good)
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[Malice]
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Crusin' on them 22s, got me sitting pretty
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You should hear that engine purr, here kitty-kitty (Yea!)
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Ride through the city, everybody know meh
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And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on meh
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Shoutin' out the homies, as I breeze by
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I'm on cloud 9, and I ain't even high
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Told my shawty I'll be back and I ain't even lie
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Them VVS' be the best money can buy
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I see you flirting baby, them jeans is painted on her
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Mama looking right, and I don't even want her
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No need to take it personal, but that just how it be
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No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me
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Finally I'm free, all my dues paid
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Them yellow diamonds got the charm like it's Minute Maid
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And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feeling good
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Try an' stop my shine--I wish a nigga would
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[Chorus]
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You can find me in the streets
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Even in a drought, my mattress is full
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Why shouldn't I be out?
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Ay buddy I'm good.
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What they tell ya? I'm good.
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What she tell ya? I'm good.
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What you see?
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Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
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Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What they tell ya? I'm good.
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What she tell ya? I'm good.
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What you see?
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[Hook]
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You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
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Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
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Don't it tell ya I'm good?
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What that tell ya? I'm good.
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What they tell ya? I'm good.
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What she tell ya? I'm good.
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What you see? (I'm looking good)
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[Pharrell Williams]
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I'm looking good.
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I'm looking good.
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I'm looking good.
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Yeah...yeah...yeah...yay...
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(repeat until song ends)
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I`m Good
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