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    [Verse 1: Rara]
    95 Mack with the Polo book
    Cuban link on with the Jesus piece
    Doin' the most hoe, sayin' the least
    Need pussy and money tha's how I

    [Verse 2: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
    I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down
    I ain't makin' this up, I ain't fuckin' around
    I'm at? in the ally on my cellphone
    Get the pussy get the head get the hell on

    [Verse 3: T. I. & Brandon Rossi]
    Convicted fel-on
    With no right to bear arms
    Still I do but carefully I'm who they tell on
    Niggas watchin' but we keep it goin'
    Like the camera rollin' and them people on us
    You know it

    [Verse 4: Rara & T. I.]
    Middle finger out the Beamer like Pac
    One hand on my dick one hand on my Glock
    All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stopin'
    Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt?
    Still riddin' with my nigga with a habbit
    My other nigga drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly
    Now we ain't finna play no games, not at all, period
    They hit ya ass long range like Paul Pierce
    'n' drop a song bet ya ass hear it all year


    [Verse 5: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
    And let's get one thing clear lets get one thing straight
    Came straight up in this bih, move shit up out the way
    Put your hands in the air, bitch show me where the safe
    You know it!

    [Hook: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
    Friends
    We use that term loosely, too loosely
    Everybody ain't your friend
    We use that term loosely, too loosely
    Everybody ain't your friend
    Born to lose
    Build to last
    Need mine bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Everybody ain't your friend
    Born to lose
    Build to last
    Need mine bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Everybody ain't your friend

    [Verse 6: Young Dro]
    I'm a thug nigga peep the authenticity
    The wrist at least 60, ya killn' me
    Jimmy Choo a thousand on my bitch feet
    Japanese diet only thing I eat is kimichi
    Give a foot long to ya bitch, no Blimpie

    [Verse 7: Tokyo Jetz]
    Orville Redenbacher I'm the only bitch poppin'
    And a whole clique 'a yall damn sure can't stop it
    Runnin' straight to the money that's the only way I'm rackin'
    And if yee ain't got that then they might get to poppin'
    I ain't fuckin' with the crowd I'm a different kind of bitch
    Go to court and point fingers you a different type of snitch
    Think I wanna buy a yacht be a different type a rich
    But I'm still from the hood I'll settle for a brick

    [Verse 8: T. I.]
    And if I call you a friend I die for ya
    That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
    Man I was raised in the trenches by straight crooks
    When lady see me on the street grab they pocketbook
    I'm sharp as a pocket knife on Ig
    This address on my Id
    Should tell you I'm from Bankhead, you know not to try me
    I put you over my knee
    And spank your ass like my niece
    And kick ya shit, Tai Chi, until it's over, capisce?

    [Verse 9: Tokyo Jetz & Young Dro]
    Call 'em Jimmy John's cause them shooters gon' deliver me
    Gon' catch ya after hours outside of where you livin' at
    Don't forget Tokyo, man we gotta keep it pimpin'
    I'm rockin' with these hoes five grand for the linen
    Dro


    [Hook: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
    Friends
    We use that term loosely, too loosely
    Everybody ain't your friend
    We use that term loosely, too loosely
    Everybody ain't your friend
    Born to lose
    Build to last
    Need mine bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Everybody ain't your friend
    Born to lose
    Build to last
    Need mine bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Everybody ain't your friend

    [Verse 10: T. I. & Trae tha Truth]
    (3: 05) You don't really know what disloyalty like
    Any time you get around homeboys in life
    And den they owe you time to pay they like 'oh I forgot'
    Then when my nigga Trae caught 'em in the parking lot (Ok)
    Betta know I keep? Baracus? like a poet
    (3: 15) Open up the safe I got it looking like a gourd
    Hustle like a mu'fucka fuck what niggas charge
    And I came from bein' nothin' now I'm top five startin'
    And the game need renovation
    Fuck it no penetration
    Money my demonstration foreigns in my destination
    ? to me and my numbers? wit no hestitation
    Pulled up on yo block light it up like it's a celebration

    [Hook: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
    Friends
    We use that term loosely, too loosely
    Everybody ain't your friend
    We use that term loosely, too loosely
    Everybody ain't your friend
    Born to lose
    Build to last
    Need mine bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Everybody ain't your friend
    Born to lose
    Build to last
    Need mine bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
    Everybody ain't your friend
    Compositores: Brandon Rossi, Clifford Joseph Harris (Ti) (ASCAP), Djuan Hart (Young Dro) (ASCAP), Frazier Thompson, Rodriqueiz Smith, Shauntrell Pender, Widnick PrevalonEditores: Brandon Rossi Forever (ASCAP), Deyjah's Daddy Muzik (ASCAP), Roc Cor Publishing (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Allegro (ASCAP), Burbank-music Inc (ASCAP)istração: Sony/ATV Allegro (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #17199955 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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