NOT FRIENDS (feat. Killah Keem)

Count up fifty stuff it in my pockets do it with no hands
4PF I keep my money long like Uzi make it dance
Ain't a issue heart just like a igloo colder than my pants
Auntie died of cancer still say fuck the doctors they not friends
I can make your whole lil salary off rapping for my fans
Beat the case we just hopped out the whip and footed through the land
Pop your top lil bro too crazy with that blick he too advanced
Shordy flexing he be dressing so we keep him in the van

I got blessings bitch just call your reverend praying for ya man's
From that kitchen where we Pyrex whippin flipping pots and pans
Dividends count up fifty m's
Split it with the fam
Never lacking Killah on your head won't catch me in the jam

Got that draco on me and it make that nigga shmoney dance
Tryna get the diamonds on my wrist already know the plan
And I'm tryna run these checks up these checks up like a sprinter van
That lil boy he said he ride for me never took the chance
Smoking on this za got me feeling zooted
Put one in his chest feeling like i'm Cupid
Lil bro said he slid but he not gone do it
Fucking on his BM now I'm finna boot her
Now I got these racks up
Riding down the freeway in that motherfuckin Trackhawk
Tell them hoes to back up
Diamonds really cold and it's changing up the weather
Smokin opps pressure
Your bitch she get wetter

Count up fifty stuff it in my pockets do it with no hands
4PF I keep my money long like Uzi make it dance
Ain't a issue heart just like a igloo colder than my pants
Auntie died of cancer still say fuck the doctors they not friends
I can make your whole lil salary off rapping for my fans
Beat the case we just hopped out the whip and footed through the land
Pop your top lil bro too crazy with that blick he too advanced
Shordy flexing he be dressing so we keep him in the van

I got blessings bitch just call your reverend praying for ya man's
From that kitchen where we Pyrex whippin flipping pots and pans
Dividends count up fifty m's
Split it with the fam
Never lacking Killah on your head won't catch me in the jam

Running like a quarter back
Fifty give my quarter back
Twenty-twenty vision on the five like I imported that
Niggas really bitches I'm elite I never sported that
Spent at least a band inside the strip on bitches throwing that
Cash money flying through the room I never sorted that
Packing up my shit I'm gone bitch I need that fitted cap
Talking all that shit because you capping yea that's fitted cap
I could put your business in a song but you not new to that

Count up fifty stuff it in my pockets do it with no hands
4PF I keep my money long like Uzi make it dance
Ain't a issue heart just like a igloo colder than my pants
Auntie died of cancer still say fuck the doctors they not friends
I can make your whole lil salary off rapping for my fans
Beat the case we just hopped out the whip and footed through the land
Pop your top lil bro too crazy with that blick he too advanced
Shordy flexing he be dressing so we keep him in the van

I got blessings bitch just call your reverend praying for ya man's
From that kitchen where we Pyrex whippin flipping pots and pans
Dividends count up fifty m's
Split it with the fam
Never lacking Killah on your head won't catch me in the jam