Friend or Foe

Pass me the rock niggas know I'ma hit it
Bitch Im on fire I'm scorpion with it
Soon as I step on the court niggas tripping
They send me the double they know I ain't missing
I'm with the squad they think Im the goat
They see all the work I put up in the kitchen
Hell of a motor I feel like a piston
My bitch hell-a bad she look like a vixen
I told them niggas to slide
I said if they miss then they gotta slide again
I took my foot off the gas but now that I'm back with the team we gone ride again
I let her come to the crib to get a lil taste now she trying to vibe again
He tried to shoot it but caught em an l I bet you them niggas won't try it again
Yeah in the kitchen got work on the stove
I got rich but I'm still acting poor
Hit em back cuz Im petty Im bold
Bust a nut then I'm back on that road
This is real you know that's a fact
Never stop when I get in that mode
Back when I was broke you was a friend
Now that I got me a check you a foe

It's funny how they used to have my back when I ain't have shit
But now that Im balling they mad cuz Im rich and they average like woah
Im steady making a killing you making a fraction
You gotta show up to work Im still making money relaxing like woah
I got a bag again
I got a bag again
Then I got a bag again
I took a break to go blow a check but fuck it Im back again
Then I get a bag again
Yeah I get a bag again

Yeah that's one aye two three yeah that's four aye
Five aye for sure aye
Six naw need more aye
Seven cuz Im balling fuck it
Eight cuz Im a goat
I get nine cuz I'm cold
She a dime and she know
I tell em stop hating if you put the same effort into getting money you'll probably be rich
Nigga pussy yeah he probably a bitch
Let em' shoot it yeah he probably will miss
Dominating on the game like is it the shoes
Naw it's probably just him
All net I ain't touching the rim
Counting cash don't know where to begin
Yeah in the kitchen got work on the stove
I got rich but I'm still acting poor
Hit em back cuz Im petty Im bold
Bust a nut then I'm back on that road
This is real you know that's a fact
Never stop when I get in that mode
Back when I was broke you was a friend
Now that I got me a check you a foe

It's funny how they used to have my back when I ain't have shit
But now that Im balling they mad cuz Im rich and they average like woah
Im steady making a killing you making a fraction
You gotta show up to work Im still making money relaxing like woah
I got a bag again
I got a bag again
Then I got a bag again
I took a break to go blow a check but fuck it Im back again
Then I get a bag again
Yeah I get a bag again

Saint
Straight up



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Writer(s): Joshua Saintus
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