No Friends
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Cause we used to get it on
We was young and grown
We was wallen out in the streets
And them niggas, they hated on
And they fronted on
Cause them niggas wasn't fuckin wit me
And I rather just be alone
Niggas did me wrong
Gotta watch out for niggas that leech
So I keep one eye open
I be watching even in my sleep
Livin lavish
Get that money, we savage
None of my niggas ain't average
I been dreaming bout Pateks
Workin hard, I'm gonna have it
Yeah one day imma have it
I'm the man with the plan
Tryna run up them bands
I don't got friends
Put my mom in a Benz
I get her what she want
Fly her to France, Yeah
We juggin again
Yea we get up that bread
And we go buy some new land
We juggin again
Yeah yea
Cause we need us them ends
We juggin again
Yeah yea
We go juggin again
Ion even wan show it
Fucked ya bitch and you don't know it
Get it to goin
Niggas acting like they know shit
None of ya niggas don't know shit
Sip up the drank
She said that she wanna pour it
As long as I see, she can pour it
I am a poet
Making music, I am for it
Imma catch it if she throw it
I get the bag
Niggas hatin, now they mad
Charge it to the game with tax
Poppin them tags
Watch how I run up them racks
I ain't never ever brag
These niggas be drag
Drag queen to be exact
All these niggas do is cap
I ain't have no money
I'm just tryna get it back
I'm just tryna get a stack
DZY the goat
They hate DZY on the low
They don't want DZY to grow
They be asking me why
But I never ever know
Just book DZY for a show
He rock and roll
Look at that boy how he glow
Look at that boy how he flow
Yeah yea
Look at that boy how he sing
I bet that boy he gon blow
Livin lavish
Get that money, we savage
None of my niggas ain't average
I been dreaming bout Pateks
Workin hard, I'm gonna have it
Yeah one day imma have it
I'm the man with the plan
Tryna run up them bands
I don't got friends
Put my mom in a Benz
I get her what she want
Fly her to France, Yeah
We juggin again
Yea we get up that bread
And we go buy some new land
We juggin again
Yeah yea
Cause we need us them ends
We juggin again
Yeah yea
We go juggin again
Yeah juggin again
Yeah we juggin again
Put my mom in a Benz
We need us them ends, Yeah
One day for sure
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Cause we used to get it on
We was young and grown
We was wallen out in the streets
And them niggas, they hated on
And they fronted on
Cause them niggas wasn't fuckin wit me
And I rather just be alone
Niggas did me wrong
Gotta watch out for niggas that leech
So I keep one eye open
I be watching even in my sleep
Livin lavish
Get that money, we savage
None of my niggas ain't average
I been dreaming bout Pateks
Workin hard, I'm gonna have it
Yeah one day imma have it
I'm the man with the plan
Tryna run up them bands
I don't got friends
Put my mom in a Benz
I get her what she want
Fly her to France, Yeah
We juggin again
Yea we get up that bread
And we go buy some new land
We juggin again
Yeah yea
Cause we need us them ends
We juggin again
Yeah yea
We go juggin again
Ion even wan show it
Fucked ya bitch and you don't know it
Get it to goin
Niggas acting like they know shit
None of ya niggas don't know shit
Sip up the drank
She said that she wanna pour it
As long as I see, she can pour it
I am a poet
Making music, I am for it
Imma catch it if she throw it
I get the bag
Niggas hatin, now they mad
Charge it to the game with tax
Poppin them tags
Watch how I run up them racks
I ain't never ever brag
These niggas be drag
Drag queen to be exact
All these niggas do is cap
I ain't have no money
I'm just tryna get it back
I'm just tryna get a stack
DZY the goat
They hate DZY on the low
They don't want DZY to grow
They be asking me why
But I never ever know
Just book DZY for a show
He rock and roll
Look at that boy how he glow
Look at that boy how he flow
Yeah yea
Look at that boy how he sing
I bet that boy he gon blow
Livin lavish
Get that money, we savage
None of my niggas ain't average
I been dreaming bout Pateks
Workin hard, I'm gonna have it
Yeah one day imma have it
I'm the man with the plan
Tryna run up them bands
I don't got friends
Put my mom in a Benz
I get her what she want
Fly her to France, Yeah
We juggin again
Yea we get up that bread
And we go buy some new land
We juggin again
Yeah yea
Cause we need us them ends
We juggin again
Yeah yea
We go juggin again
Yeah juggin again
Yeah we juggin again
Put my mom in a Benz
We need us them ends, Yeah
One day for sure
Credits
Writer(s): Dwight Davis Jr.
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