No Friends
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(Get Money!) When it comes to getting money (Get Money!) I ain't got no friends (Get Money!) When I was broke and fu*ked up (Get Money!) Where were yall then!? (Get Money!) When it comes to getting money (Get Money!) I ain't got no friends (Get Money!) When I was broke and fu*ked up (Get Money!) Where were yall then!? (Get Money!) Cause now I'm getting Money, Money Getting Money, Money, Money (The fetti, the coins, the lucci, the lajun) Getting Money, Money Getting Money, Money, Money (The M's, the yen, the pesos, the commas) Getting Money, Money Getting Money, Money, Money (The G's, the gwop, the loot, the gwala) Getting Money, Money Getting Money, Money, Money (The bands, the stacks, the racks, the dollars) The first time I knew I had to go and get it Paper chase on my arm the hustle I respected Got me a whip like "Gone In Sixty Seconds" Riding round town catching stains like every sixty seconds West Oak Ridge road You know I get to repping Where we shoot lights out Like Klay and Stephen Ball so hard haters get to reffing If u looking for the lucci Get the right directions When it comes to getting money (Get Money!) I ain't got no friends (Get Money!) When I was broke and fu*ked up (Get Money!) Where were yall then!? (Get Money!) When it comes to getting money (Get Money!) I ain't got no friends (Get Money!) When I was broke and fu*ked up (Get Money!) Where were yall then!? (Get Money!) Cause now I'm getting Money, Money Getting Money, Money, Money (The fetti, the coins, the lucci, the lajun) Getting Money, Money Getting Money, Money, Money (The M's, the yen, the pesos, the commas) Getting Money, Money Getting Money, Money, Money (The G's, the gwop, the loot, the gwala) Getting Money, Money Getting Money, Money, Money (The bands, the stacks, the racks, the dollars) They told me that actions speak louder than words That's why I go hard on the verse Say that shit make you rewind and reverse Fly to death Like B.I.G. on the Hearse Ride on the beat like a wave and I surf Punch line the beat Til I leave that bih murked Go off like Rambo on enemy turf I know that you feel me Like I touched a nerve Spit eloquently use big words like the nerds Call me blue magic Yeah You just got served They loving the kid from the hood to burbs Straight from the dirt Been a king since my birth Been in the dark with the goons Where they lurk Learned how to grind Put in the work Soak up the game Watch the play work Keep flipping this sh*t and quadruple the worth
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Written by: Villaruel
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