Friends

Lyrics

[Intro: RaRa] Yeah, uh, yeah Yeah, uh, yeah, uh Yeah, uh, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, uh, yeah, uh (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh) (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh) Huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You know it [Verse 1: RaRa] '95 Mack with the Polo book (Damn right) Cuban link on with the Jesus piece (Damn right) Doin' the most hoe, sayin' the least (Do it) Need pussy and money that's how I bring in the week [Verse 2: Brandon Rossi & RaRa] I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down I ain't makin' this up, I ain't fuckin' around I'm at Bally's in the alley on my cell phone Get the pussy get the head get the hell on [Verse 3: T.I. & Brandon Rossi] Convicted fel-on With no right to bear arms- Still I do but carefully I'm who they tell on Niggas watchin' but we keep it goin' Like the camera rollin' and them people on us You know it [Verse 4: RaRa & T.I.] Middle finger out the Beamer like Pac One hand on my dick, one hand on my Glock All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stoppin' Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt off I'm Pac Still ridin' with my nigga with a dust habit My other nigga drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly Now we ain't finna play no games, not at all, period They hit ya ass long range like Paul Pierce'n' drop a song bet ya ass hear it all year [Verse 5: Brandon Rossi & RaRa] And let's get one thing clear, let's get one thing straight Came straight up in this bih, move shit up out the way Put your hands in the air, bitch show me where the safe You know it! [Chorus: Brandon Rossi & RaRa] Friends We use that term loosely, too loosely Everybody ain't your friend We use that term loosely, too loosely Everybody ain't your friend Born to lose Built to last Need mine, bitch, fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Everybody ain't your friend Born to lose Build to last Need mine, bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Everybody ain't your friend [Verse 6: Young Dro] I'm a thug nigga peep the authenticity- The wrist at least 60, ya killin' me Jimmy Choo a thousand on my bitch feet Japanese diet only thing I eat is kimichi Give the footlong to ya bitch, no Blimpie [Verse 7: Tokyo Jetz] Orville Redenbacher I'm the only bitch poppin'- And a whole clique 'a yall damn sure couldn't stop it Runnin' straight to the money, that's the only way I'm rockin' And if yee ain't got that then they might get to poppin' I ain't fuckin' with the crowd, I'm a different kind of bitch Go to court and point fingers, you a different kind of snitch Think I wanna buy a yacht, be a different kind of rich But I'm still from the hood, I'll settle for a brick [Verse 8: T.I.] And if I call you a friend, I die for ya That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook Man, I was raised in the trenches by straight crooks When lady see me on the street, grab they pocketbook I'm sharp as a pocket knife on IG This address on my ID Should tell you I'm from Bankhead, you know not to try me I put you over my knee And spank your ass like my niece I'm kickin' shit, Tai Chi, until it's over, capisce? [Verse 9: Tokyo Jetz & Young Dro] Call 'em Jimmy John's cause them shooters gon' deliver Gon' catch ya after hours outside of where you livin' at Don't forget Tokyo, man we gotta keep it pimpin' Man, I'm rockin' with these hoes, five grand for the linen Dro [Chorus: Brandon Rossi & RaRa] Friends We use that term loosely, too loosely Everybody ain't your friend We use that term loosely, too loosely Everybody ain't your friend Born to lose Build to last Need mine bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Everybody ain't your friend Born to lose Build to last Need mine bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Everybody ain't your friend [Verse 10: T.I. & Trae tha Truth] You don't really know what disloyalty like Any time you get around homeboys in life And then they owe you time to pay they like 'oh I forgot' Then when my nigga Trae caught 'em in the parking lot (OK) Betta know I keep a rocket so I'm ballin' like I'm Harden Open up the safe I got it looking like a gourd Hustle like a mu'fucka fuck what niggas charge- And I came from bein' nothin' now I'm top five startin' And the game need renovation Fuck it no penetration Money my demonstration foreigns in my destination [?] to me and my numbers [?] wit no hesitation Pulled up on yo block light it up like it's a celebration [Chorus: Brandon Rossi & RaRa] Friends We use that term loosely, too loosely Everybody ain't your friend We use that term loosely, too loosely Everybody ain't your friend Born to lose Build to last Need mine bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Everybody ain't your friend Born to lose Build to last Need mine bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that Everybody ain't your friend