Lyrics:
Good Luck Hey Matt

it's the 309 Put me in my box on the 309 A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn Ain't felt this good since Jubilee morn' Talk about luck, well,

don't matter, and the money don't phase you, Cars don't impress you, I bet the sex will amaze you Look you don't want to past the chance (hey) Spend the

paul) I woke up quick, thought it was about noon These drawls had me gone, victorias and perfume See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad Just yesterday got my insurance and tag Feelin' good

it's the 309 Put me in my box on the 309 A chicken in the pot and turkey in the corn Ain't felt this good since Jubilee morn' Talk about luck, well,

you smell so good at last No way! Eat it up! Sit down again, it's a Long day! Bad luck! See this gun, mister? Appetite and hunger come No matter where

it do, New York Stand up one time, The Dirty south Came with me this time homie yeaaaa, hey. [Chorus:] No matter how much you try you can't stop me now. No matter

every day a mist of life and problems (hey fool wheres your whole passe? what up dude) and these games people play word (ok fool) [Outro] Well you know hey, hey

Off the Wall! [Eminem] No matter what people say I'm gonna keep rapping this way No matter what you may think I'm gonna keep doing my thing No matter

hold her tight If you spot one, good sir, treat her right This is Benjamin Andre signing off Thanks a million Good luck and goodnight [Chorus 2x]