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No Friends
by Dopetrackz
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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
(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
