Friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

Now i have hundred (?) to spent

Feel like Gucci, Versace my lean's

Bitch (?) how to win

She told me about my risk

Look like i gotta (?) to (?) friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

Hop out the benz straight to the loot

My bitch a 10 she whip it cool

Callin' up friends they comin' through

Money don’t end I never loose

No foreign at the block & I bend the rules

How I get the guap might embarrass you

I be at the top with no parachute

Bitch tryn' give me top for a pair of shoes

But she can’t have shit, **** I’m tryna get rich

**** don’t flex like this

The water my wrist

Shorty just stay on my dick

I know her **** is sucks

She want me to hit

Stone cold diamonds bustin

Talkin' do' there ain’t no discussion

We all know he be fronting

He ain’t never sell a O' or nothing

I just gotta get that do and run it back to end zone ****

You be tryna hit hat hoe forever

You still in the friend zone ****

Cross ya out like tic tac toe

I’m rockin Balmain with the Kenzo ****

Remember we used to kick back ?

Running off with the packs for the bandz my ****

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

We don’t do friends no we don’t do friends

She see my chains she think I’m cool

You diamonds fake, my shit the truth

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Drop the top off the Bentley shoot out the roof

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