Hustle Gang - Friends
Overige artiesten: T.I. RaRa Brandon Rossi Tokyo Jetz Trae Young Dro

95 Mack with the Polo book
Cuban link on with the Jesus piece
Doin' the most hoe, sayin' the least
Need pussy and money that's how I bring in the week

I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down
I ain't makin' this up, I ain't fuckin' around
I'm in the Bally's at the ally on my cellphone
Get the pussy, get the head, get the hell on

Convicted felon 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

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 thug's habbit
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

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

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
Build to last
Need mine, bitch fuck all that
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
Nigga, where that money at? Nigga 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? Nigga fuck all that
Everybody ain't your friend


I'm a thug nigga, peep the authenticity
The wrist at least sixty, ya killin' me
Jimmy Choo a thousand on my bitch feet
Japanese diet only thing I eat is kimichi
Give a foot long to ya bitch, no Blimpie

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

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
And kick ya shit, Tai Chi, until it's over, capisce?

Call 'em Jimmy John's cause them shooters gon' deliver me
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

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
Build to last
Need mine bitch fuck all that
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
Nigga, where that money at? Nigga 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

You don't really know what disloyalty like
Any time you get around homeboys in life
And den 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
Come to me and my numbers, send 'em wit no hestitation
Pulled up on yo block light it up like it's a celebration

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
Build to last
Need mine bitch, fuck all that
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
Nigga, where that money at? Nigga 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

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