Lyrics : Clifford Harris/Rodriqueiz Smith/Brandon Rossi/Shauntrell Pender/Djuan Hart/Frazier Thompson/Jacquez Lowe/Widnick Prevalon
Music : Clifford Harris/Rodriqueiz Smith/Brandon Rossi/Shauntrell Pender/Djuan Hart/Frazier Thompson/Jacquez Lowe/Widnick Prevalon
Rara：
95 met with the Polo boy
Cuban link on with the Jesus piece
Doin' the most hoe, sayin' the least
Need b***h and money that's how I bring in the week
Brandon Rossi & Rara：
I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down
I ain't makin' this up, I ain't ****in' around
I'm in the Bally's at the ally on my cellphone
Get the b***h get the head get the hell on
T.I. & Brandon Rossi：
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
Rara & T.I.：
Middle finger out the Beamer like Pac
One hand on my d**k one hand on my Glock
All gas through the dash, I'o'n plan on stopin'
Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt off on Pac
Still riddin' with my b***h with my b***h with a does habit
My other b***h 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
Brandon Rossi & Rara：
And let's get one thing clear lets get one thing straight
Came straight up in this b***h, move shit up out the way
Put your hands in the air, b***h show me where the safe
You know it!
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
I'm born to lose,build to last
Need mine b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Everybody ain't your friend
I'm born to lose,build to last
Need mine b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Everybody ain't your friend
Young Dro：
I'm a thug b***h peep the authenticity-
The wrist at least 60, ya killn' me
Jimmy Choo a thousand on my b***h feet
Japanese diet only thing I eat is kimichi
Give a foot long to ya b***h no blimpee
Tokyo Jetz：
Orville Redenbacher I'm the only b***h poppin'-
And a whole clique 'a yall damn sure can't stop it
Runnin' straight to the money that's the only way I'm rackin'
And if yee ain't got that then they might get to poppin'
I ain't ****in' with the crowd I'm a different kind of b***h
Go to court and point fingers you a different type of snitch
Think I wanna buy a yacht be a different type a rich
But I'm still from the hood I'll settle for a brick
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
And kick ya shit, Tai Chi, until it's over, capeesh
Tokyo Jetz & Young Dro：
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'
I'm rockin' with these hoes five grand for the linen.Dro
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
I'm born to lose,build to last
Need mine b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Everybody ain't your friend
I'm born to lose,build to last
Need mine b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Everybody ain't your friend
T.I. & Trae tha Truth：
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 b***h Trae caught 'em in the parking lot (OK)
Betta know I keep wracked so I balled like a poet
Open up the safe I got it looking like a gourd
Hustle like a mother****er **** what b***hs charge-
And I came from bein' nothin' now I'm top five startin'
And the game need renovation
**** it no bullshit
Money my demonstration forward is my destination
Come with me and my numbers sit with no hestitation
Pulled up on yo block light it up like it's a celebration
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
I'm born to lose,build to last
Need mine b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Everybody ain't your friend
I'm born to lose,build to last
Need mine b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Where that money at? b***h **** all that
Everybody ain't your friend