Doing Just Fine Songtext
von Z‐Ro

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They say success is the best revenge
That′s the reason I'm always on my grind
I promise to God, I ain′t got no paper to lend
Y'all motherfuckers must be out y'all mind

And I don′t really give a fuck if you be family or friend
I ain′t giving up one goddamn dime
I'm leaving all you bitches behind
I′m leaving all you bitches behind, that's right

Z-Ro the Crooked, King of the Ghetto, and the Mo City Don
That′s a hell of a man
And he ain't trying to buy no wolf tickets either homie
So ain′t no use in selling 'em, man

You damn right, a hell of a hustle ain't gon′ get you nothing
But some hell of a grands
No feeling like money in my hand (that′s right)
Money over bitches, I know you understand, that's right


(I′m doing just fine) homie I don't need no help
Especially when it comes, to spending my wealth
(I′m doing just fine) I'm one deep because I love myself
Envy and jealousy is bad for my health
(I′m doing just fine) without you in my life
I don't need you in my life, I don't want you in my life
All I want is the cash
All of y′all can kiss my ass

I′m still a gangsta, pussy niggas better stay up out my way
Frown on my face, I'm holding my H.K
Handling bidness, digging ditches every day, hey
Still a gangsta, pussy niggas better stay up out my way
And I′ma be a real nigga, until I'm old and grey
And the whole world wanna know, just what I′ve got to say

S.U.C., until I D-I-E
That's all I ever will be
I′ma keep holding it down
And doing this damn thing for my town
None of you bitches ain't gotta come around
And it's gon′ be like that ′til I'm in the ground, that′s right


(I'm doing just fine) homie I don′t need no help
Especially when it comes, to spending my wealth
(I'm doing just fine) I′m one deep because I love myself
Envy and jealousy is bad for my health
(I'm doing just fine) without you in my life
I don't need you in my life, I don′t want you in my life
All I want is the cash
All of y′all can kiss my ass

I use to have a love jones for this chick named Lisa
Now my love jones is for the Mastercard or the Visa
Ain't no love in my heart, homie it′s Cole like Keisha
Nine ounces in the door panel, a couple of mo' in the speaker

I get a ticket down in Texas, ain′t gon' give em a reason
To put me in jail it′s even, and it's gone a couple of seasons
I'm trying to stack my paper taller, than a great dane
Joseph Wayne McVey ain′t saving no bitches
′Cause he ain't got a cape, man

Bitch, you ain′t smoking my weed for free
And don't offer me none of your raggedy booty
That ain′t nothing to me
And while y'all getting-getting some head
I′m getting-getting some bread
And while y'all fellas relaxing, I'll be getting-getting ahead

Screwed Up Click, until I die
Man I′m so high, I don′t think I can drive
That's why I′m riding shotgun, with my shotgun
One niggas disrepect can get your whole block done, done

Ha-ha, King of the Ghetto Entertainment
(Yeah, not on me) Rap-A-Lot records in this bitch
(In my life) what it do Big Chief?
What up J, what up all my niggas in Mo City?
We on our motherfucking own nigga, you know I'm saying?

The down South shit nigga, Screwston Texas nigga (ay)
Al-motherfucking-ready (ay)
Heavy like a ′57 Cheve (ay)
Already going down country tunes, R.I.P. Pimp
Still going down in the South, bitch yeah