Search results for 'friends with money by drake' Page #997

than life itself, mi a tell yuh friend
Dem a chat bout hack, a me inspire dem
Fully Louis V when me roll up inna the Benz
Have some bad bitch a jump all

VR
I've raised in Poland but I'm not racist, yo all niggas

My friends telling me, the black rap is like a FIFA
You can try PES but this first is

know I need some sense
Girl, without the money team, I ain't makin' cents
Back to being broke
Goin' through the motions, think I need a stick
Hittin' all

They used to talk down on me, yeah, I'll remember what you said
Now I'm stacking all this cash, now they wanna be my friend
Bitch, this Glock ain't got

lock me up)
I'm a franchise player, they depend on me
Niggas wishing downfalls, tell them wish a M on me (wish a m on me)
I'm in the Skudzone with Ray

All scripture
On the road to get that shit, still I see dem
Vulture
You either friend or my enemy, I get it by any means
I gotta feed my mini-me's
You

man but my past haunt and am not stocked to that man
Friends come and go but money stays eternal
That is a tat on me by gimmyholla
Roll up my oops
I

tell this bitch bad just by her ass
I'm cashing the plug out everytime ion give a fuck about the tab (pshh) (pshh) (pshh)
Brody keep on swerving

Ended up fake
And fuck it yo
It is what it is
I went my whole life
Surrounded by the fake friends
And support
Woah woahhhh
I been praying better days

second-guessing yea you know I'm him
First time we ever linked up damn made a nigga blow a 10
You was there always by my side every time we was gon spin
I'll ride

ride for the family
keep it a Hunnid, that is my home
You throwin' shots at my life
You'on even got one of your own
I'm picky when it come to friends if

You've been in my head for so long
Like a waking dream but deeper
Feels like the words of a song
Sung by my secret keeper in
The gardens of Berlin
In

a killer
Island my drip like Ibitha
You can't be me I'm the leader
Try get the game on a headlock
No matter what happen, I thought you my friend you still

Bitch, I'm with them guys
Know we got sticks and number nines
So we gon' send you up to God
Yo' bitch eat dick up like some fries
Yeah, we gon' pop out by

by the second
Now everybody wanna be my friend
Bitch, you look dumb with your hand out
I thought you ain't make no amends
Nah, you can't get no love

moves and they all want funds
Oh, you wanna be friends now?
So you a fan now?
I really see where you stand now
Cause I made a couple bands now
And bring

get with me I know by ya hook'n
Most of these bitches dat stay on da internet askin' for money i know they just hookin'
Keep dat lil pussy
Proly be

shoes
Nigga body on the floor by the store
Keep a G cuz I'm always on go
Niggas outside ya we already know
Gone pop out on stage at yo show
If we slide

of nowhere Without a warning, with no alarm
You may just fall, but you're in my arms Our stories end when we're in the stars

We can't take the money

Fuck, damn
I don't wanna be down on this road again
I don't wanna be hurt when I lose a friend
I put all my thoughts in this pen again
You support

my money up I’m so eager for satisfaction dude
Yeah
I need a girl by my side
We could go through hardships and stand firm thru the tide
Only dichotomy

the paper, walked away with my key

Two years and we're underwater
Mr. Jones nowhere to be found
The banker came by, put a lock on my door
And said, don't be

fuck that life the holy ghost too amazing
He saved my life from destruction in the making
Yeah showed me Christ when I was best friends with satan
Now I

I got a couple of fans
Half of the homies, my mom and my gran
When i was younger i made up a plan
By 22, this would make me a grand
Funny how life