Your Friends (feat. Summer Walker)
(Avedon)
(Diego)
Don't be askin' me
Huh, what you doing? Where you been?
Where you going? You with your friends?
I don't like 'em, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Not one of 'em got a man, not one of 'em got a plan
Not one of 'em fucking with you, not one of 'em drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to fuck me, but I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna fuck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Oh, yeah, baby, I'm the man, you know that
Them bitches with you meh, you know that
Come be with your man, don't go back
They're fucking up our plans and shit
We can be in Paris and shit
Hoes, they come in pairs and shit
Them hoes some embarrassments
This supercharged Grand Cherokee
That nigga drive a Nissan, come and get you, I embarrassed him
I've been in the lab tryna get us in, don't ask me where I've been
They ain't ready for this life we live, girl, I can't let 'em in
Girl, you match my fly, the same designer you got letterman
I let you go with them every time, but baby, never 'gain
I can open you up restaurants, Jamaican, Mexican
I don't need you hanging out with bitches that you better than
And I don't need you hanging out at all, that's something you better than
I'm serious, I ain't hating on no bitch, that's something I never did
I'm curious, why they got you outside hanging with them other men?
I'm furious, if I ask you, girl, don't tell me that's your brother them
Like, period, if I ask you, girl, don't tell me you got
What you doing? Where you been?
Where you going? You with your friends?
I don't like 'em, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it (uh)
Not one of 'em got a man, not one of 'em got a plan (nah, nah)
Not one of 'em fucking with you, not one of 'em drive a Benz (I'ma be there)
Every one of them tried to fuck me, but I can't let you be embarrassed (oh)
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris? (Oh, no)
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna fuck, girl, start a family (oh)
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Y'all niggas no better, no cheese, no cheddar
Be concerned what your homies telling me, I deserve better
Be concerned with your homies blowing me, writing love letters
You got bigger fish to fry, baby, watch your back
You know, you're not just anybody
Yeah, you bagged the baddest
You ain't fucking with just anybody, my ass the fattest
Know my company just don't be what I'm on
But I'll be there if you decide to get gone
Not one time did I leave for the club
In my spare time is when I'm showing up
Nan' once did I deny Paris and kids
I just said, "I'm in my 20s, so, shit"
So I'ma get live if I want to
Baby, know I'ma spend how I want to
I got love in my eyes, yeah, I want you
Let's not talk about friends, I don't want to
Don't be asking me
Huh, what you doing? Where you been?
Where you going? You with your friends?
I don't like 'em, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Not one of 'em got a man, not one of 'em got a plan
Not one of 'em fucking with you, not one of 'em drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to fuck me, but I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna fuck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
(Diego)
Don't be askin' me
Huh, what you doing? Where you been?
Where you going? You with your friends?
I don't like 'em, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Not one of 'em got a man, not one of 'em got a plan
Not one of 'em fucking with you, not one of 'em drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to fuck me, but I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna fuck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Oh, yeah, baby, I'm the man, you know that
Them bitches with you meh, you know that
Come be with your man, don't go back
They're fucking up our plans and shit
We can be in Paris and shit
Hoes, they come in pairs and shit
Them hoes some embarrassments
This supercharged Grand Cherokee
That nigga drive a Nissan, come and get you, I embarrassed him
I've been in the lab tryna get us in, don't ask me where I've been
They ain't ready for this life we live, girl, I can't let 'em in
Girl, you match my fly, the same designer you got letterman
I let you go with them every time, but baby, never 'gain
I can open you up restaurants, Jamaican, Mexican
I don't need you hanging out with bitches that you better than
And I don't need you hanging out at all, that's something you better than
I'm serious, I ain't hating on no bitch, that's something I never did
I'm curious, why they got you outside hanging with them other men?
I'm furious, if I ask you, girl, don't tell me that's your brother them
Like, period, if I ask you, girl, don't tell me you got
What you doing? Where you been?
Where you going? You with your friends?
I don't like 'em, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it (uh)
Not one of 'em got a man, not one of 'em got a plan (nah, nah)
Not one of 'em fucking with you, not one of 'em drive a Benz (I'ma be there)
Every one of them tried to fuck me, but I can't let you be embarrassed (oh)
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris? (Oh, no)
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna fuck, girl, start a family (oh)
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Y'all niggas no better, no cheese, no cheddar
Be concerned what your homies telling me, I deserve better
Be concerned with your homies blowing me, writing love letters
You got bigger fish to fry, baby, watch your back
You know, you're not just anybody
Yeah, you bagged the baddest
You ain't fucking with just anybody, my ass the fattest
Know my company just don't be what I'm on
But I'll be there if you decide to get gone
Not one time did I leave for the club
In my spare time is when I'm showing up
Nan' once did I deny Paris and kids
I just said, "I'm in my 20s, so, shit"
So I'ma get live if I want to
Baby, know I'ma spend how I want to
I got love in my eyes, yeah, I want you
Let's not talk about friends, I don't want to
Don't be asking me
Huh, what you doing? Where you been?
Where you going? You with your friends?
I don't like 'em, I'm just saying
They ain't right and I can see it
Not one of 'em got a man, not one of 'em got a plan
Not one of 'em fucking with you, not one of 'em drive a Benz
Every one of them tried to fuck me, but I can't let you be embarrassed
Why the hell you at the club with them when we can be in Paris?
Why the hell you go outside? I'm tryna fuck, girl, start a family
You can be with me while I'm locked in here tryna make this Grammy
Credits
Writer(s): Diego Ave, Vincent Van Den Ende, Summer Marjani Walker, Gabrielle M'kayla Rodgers, Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo
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