Old Friends

Lyrics

[Intro] I bust 'em, ayy Protege Beatz LeeBoy on the track I bust 'em, ayy [Chorus] Hop in the field for that money or hop out the Porsche for that all-black bad money, comma comma Shootin' that E for, that, that re', and I'ma kill everythin' that's comin', runnin' Fendi on Tuesday, still pull a jugg by the Fridays, I get this shit all kind of ways Better my trust with the plug, I pull up and get what I want, I ain't gotta pay We from the coast, it's custom, show me some bales, I bust 'em, ayy Can't get attached for nothin', I must admit I love 'em, ayy Go fill up a sly, hundreds, fifties, twenties, might just love to touch it I hear that money callin', it's all in my ear, I ignore it, none of it [Verse] I know some niggas that kill for that play Know some gon' take this on me I wash my hands in blood, I promise, kill me a robber, I promise That money be comin' too fast for a bar Movin' that fast like the car, ayy Elo got bitch off meds right now She know she fuckin' on stars, ayy I get that money and go get to cappin' Bat in the truck, not the car, ayy I'm runnin' this shit, bitch, call me captain Runnin' that shit from afar, ayy Double back trappin', god of relaxin' Third double-double so far, ayy I'm workin' this shit by the quarter Movin' that out by the order No sweat on my face crossin' borders No sweat on my palms when I'm grippin' that soil Whip it and place it on daughters Let it fly to your state, that's a warm-up No sweat on my face crossin' borders No sweat on my palms when I'm grippin' that soil Whip it and place it on daughters Let it fly to your state, that's a warm-up Traphouse four floors up (Traphouse four floors up) [Chorus] Hop in the field for that money or hop out the Porsche for that all-black bad money, comma comma Shootin' that E for, that, that re', and I'ma kill everythin' that's comin', runnin' Fendi on Tuesday, still pull a jugg by the Fridays, I get this shit all kind of ways Better my trust with the plug, I pull up and get what I want, I ain't gotta pay We from the coast, it's custom, show me some bales, I bust 'em, ayy Can't get attached for nothin', I must admit I love 'em, ayy Go fill up a sly, hundreds, fifties, twenties, might just love to touch it I hear that money callin', it's all in my ear, I ignore it, none of it