Wrong for Good

If this your first time tuning in
Promise to keep it light like the newest Kim
Flow got the newest skin
That’s right it’s smoother than a baby bottom
I’m making riches talkin' bitches, yea my lady problems
She like her bottoms red, I like my bottoms round
And so we get the trading like the deadline 'bout to come around
She fucking for the shoes I’m fucking for the views
It is what it is but it’s my choice to let you choose
Not much to lose, it’s still a game make sure I play it right
Keep my wrongs long distance that way I’m sure to write
You see I go abroad just to poke brauds
So I guess most scars got written on post cards
Damn, one day I’ll mail 'em to ya
I swear my wrongs wrote these songs one day I’ll sell 'em to ya
That way I make a good profit off my bad decisions
Man I swear the greatest things come from the baddest bitches
The baddest bitches
And tell me is a nigga wrong for good
If he wanna be good for the wrong reasons
Cause I want them girls to love me
But I want it for the wrong things
Wrong things, wrong things
The wrong things, wrong things, wrong things
I never been the one to crave attention
But at the same time I’m feelin' like it’s owed to me
Cause when they talk 'bout the greatest I’m the one that they mention
And living life behind a desk is getting old to me
I’m on to better shit
Said if I like her then I bike her on some leather shit
That means I get on top and ride and get the peddalin'
But this a marathon won’t stop until I medal win
A dog like scooby-doo it’s true but you the business that I meddle in
Graduated school of hard-knocks they gotta let us in
If not, my name ring bells
Like the pizza man when they make sales
Here go a tip man, make y’all selves
Do what it takes, That’s why this nigga slaving on these tapes
With a red head walking down carpets that match the drapes
A niggas talkin' 'bout award shows
To the brothers that stuck wit' me I award hoes
Put in work, it all shows
And tell me is a nigga wrong for good
If he wanna be good for the wrong reasons
Cause I want them girls to love me
But I want it for the wrong things
Wrong things, wrong things
The wrong things, wrong things, wrong things
As soon as I’m back in town she back in gowns
Soon as I post up shorty be backing down
Scoring off the rebound, double-double
Girl I’m like your sixth man just know I could never love you (Ha)
And that’s when shit get ugly, like the homie’s face from Goonies
Ahead of my time but still one of my favorite movies
They searching for treasure, Yeah well isn’t everybody?
Somehow they found it that’s the shit that got me
He brought his homies to the promise land
I’m trynna do the same with change but homie I’ll be damned
To carry shorty on my shoulders and look after for the ride
Just so she can try to claim whatever it is we find, and what’s inside
Never in that position
Ever since final destination had a premonition
It told fake bros and hoes would be the death of me
You call her Stephanie? She call me stressin' me
Can’t let 'em get the best of me, Nah
And tell me is a nigga wrong for good
If he wanna be good for the wrong reasons
Cause I want them girls to love me
But I want it for the wrong things
Wrong things, wrong things
The wrong things, wrong things, wrong things