Old Friends

Old friends turn to new haters
Rather take a cab
Before I ask a nigga
For a favor
I be getting to it
Blasting music I got cool Neighbors
Pull up on the plug for a zip
He mixed few flavors
Pocket full of hunnits
I know you groupies
Hear the blues playin
I be really moving on my own
Ain't with crew hanging
Pull up to your section for the love
Don't really do drinking
Stunting on that cali trip
Said fuck it im a do Vegas

Can't wait September
With my buzzin when I hit Jamaica
Stuffin bourbons to the brim
He could keep the papers
See I don't need the latest
Just be patient
Be their favorite
Double f all on the frames
It stand for fuck a favor
Lord knows all the pain I keep inside me
Forever unk
Know my nigga lookin down on me
I cant be wocky moving sloppy
Youngins count on me
Bank account looking like we hit the lottery
It's boutbucksrich follow me
Road to success
Can't let little shit bother me
Cousins growing up without a father
Type of stress
That make me move smarter
Promise im a go harder
Im talking billboards
In every fucking state
They shake my hand
When I walk inside the bank
House on the hills
No more parties in the gate
Forever unk
And rest in peace big t

Old friends turn to new haters
Rather take a cab
Before I ask a nigga
For a favor
I been getting to it
Blasting music
I got cool neighbors
Pull up on the plug for a zip
He mixed few flavors
Old friends turn to new haters
Rather take a cab
Before I ask a nigga
For a favor
I been getting to it
Blastin music
I got cool neighbors
Pull up on the plug for a zip
He mixed few flavors



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Anderson
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