Lyrics

[Intro] (Turn me up, turn me up Turn me up, turn me up) [Pre-Chorus] All my dogs bite, all my bitches bad [?], I got foreign bands [Chorus] Alright, alright I don't got no friends, I got mob ties I get foreign racks, this a long flight I don't got no friends, I got mob ties [Verse] Sticks on me, huh I got 5 star Ricks on me, huh I call up my slime, I said like, "find that nigga," huh When it's time to slide, I got that switch on it New Balenci', 'cause I need more pockets ([?]) She said, "Boy, you changin'," I told that bitch to stop it (Yeah, we pop out) No, I ain't sellin' shit, I still got bricks on me Bitches flockin' 'cause I'm flashin' like a— (Spin that nigga) Flockin'-flockin 'cause I'm flashin'-flashin', paparazzi (Paparazzi) [Chorus] Alright, alright I don't got no friends, I got mob ties I get foreign racks, this a long flight I don't got no friends, I got mob ties [Outro] Alright, alright I don't got no friends, I got mob ties I get foreign racks, this a long flight I don't got no friends, I got mob ties