Rich White Friends

Lyrics

[Verse 1: P] Tryna get a couple rich white friends Pull up on you in a coke white Benz Now I'm stuntin hard just like them Call me a sell out but I'm counting these skins So fuck it My ambition be the shit that they lovin' I'm on one, don't approach me in public I don't fuck with no suckas 'Bout bread, I don't love 'em or trust 'em Lucrative, we can have a discussion Boy, I hope you ain't bluffing Now Hollywood Fabio, I got a lotta hoes, lotta drugs Man, I love to ease my mind with those Now it's, mo' money mo' problems But I, I want 'em all Tell me what it cost to solve 'em Tryna make a hit with Hit and Get me one of them Grammy's he got Gotta get this cash Even if a nigga gotta sign with Reebok That old money like stocks and oil money My cash don't fold and my daughter, she spoiled money [Hook: Hit-Boy & Kent Jamz] The minute I put my team on I'ma pull a mil' out the bank And play this theme song Welcome to the neighborhood Nigga, where it's all good Say goodbye to the ghetto bird Hi to the milkman and white friends Rich white friends Rich white Rich white friends Rich white [Verse 2: Kent Jamz] Ooh fuck the dollars, I need euro and yen Rich white friends Rich white friends Rich white White bitch, Humboldt State, send me 50k About to graduate and work for the DEA Sold her dad a million dollar idea Got a lot of money, have a lot of nightmares Screaming down Crescent Heights No roof on her coupe See the boys in the back with a blue-eyed jew Fuck [?], fuck 12 Let's get this money, break the rules My white friends say nigga more than I do Bought my momma white house right next to you Bought my momma white house right next to you I bought my momma white house right next to you I bought my momma white house [Hook: Hit-Boy, Kent Jamz] The minute I put my team on I'ma pull a mil' out the bank And play this theme song Welcome to the neighborhood Nigga, where it's all good Say goodbye to the ghetto bird Hi to the milkman and white friends Rich white friends Rich white Rich white friends Rich white [Verse 3: Joon] I went to Coachella with my rich white friends Hit the K on accident, that's the wrong white sniff Oh well I'm acting a hee-honk all week long These niggas got more money in the bank But they actin' just like me though It's weed smoke in the air I ain't even tryna hit it My finger's keep twitching Can't even text Too much acid in my system I love my white friends They never act funny with me But they get kicked out of their country club If they make money with me So I can't bring too many niggas to they house Playin' too much YG gon' get us all kicked out And they ain't afraid to tell a nigga bounce (Alright but you guys gotta go) Tryna make it to that pedestal You gone have to be fake a lil' bit Or look back on life and regret a few decisions But I'ma be wealthy as them one day And they can sense it So if I go over the limit every once in a while But never get mentioned When I'm with my white niggas [Outro: Kent Jamz] Got my hoodie on like Trayvon (don't care about the ghetto) My pants down like Mike Brown (ghetto) Remember Columbine (they don't care about the ghetto) What happen if we organize (ghetto, ghetto) Kids sing Got my hoodie on like Trayvon (don't care about the ghetto) My pants down like Mike Brown (Hand's up) Remember Columbine (they don't care about the ghetto) What happen if we organize (ghetto, ghetto) Kids sing I got some rich white friends Rich white friends Rich white friends (I'm making money with my) Rich white friends Ooh, fuck the dollars, I need euro and yen Rich white friends (I'm hanging with my) Rich white friends And I still, keep it, ghetto, ghetto Still, keep it, ghetto All this Chanel and Dior We still, keep it, ghetto, nigga