Friends And Money

*Intro*

This is the way we both wanted it, wasn't it?

[Willie The Kid]

A buckaneer with the buck knife

I rock the bucket like Para Smith, amongst life

Disparaging, when they hate to see you splurging

Amongst friends, evil lurking

Determined, to push something German, The Benz if im certain

Or something even bigger feel the jitters through the curtain

And bitches get jitty when the cars look itty bitty

The high rise let em overlook the city

Sippin popular, I thought this what we work for

But still, some niggas got delusional when shit got real

I mean its one thing to want it

A whole nother thing to find pleasure in the fact your man ain't got enough to flaunt it

i want it for my brother like I want it for my own

Every man for himself, show him D but cant condone

All the fake shit, undermine the hatred

I guess I'm just too real, uprooted the basics

When both of ya'll broke it's cool

And if ya men get some money best believe its even cooler

But let you get some, these niggas lose they medula

I thought this what we both wanted, but now I see how niggas on it

Friends & Money

(Chorus x2)

Fake friends real money it can never mix

Its all good till you both start stacking chips

Fake friends real money better let it miss ya

You see the real when the money come into the picture

(Cory Gunz)

Young Money,

Gunz ruling this bitch with gunz ruling this shit

Like tongues moving with lips

I told them im on my sh-sh-sh-sh

Shit hit the fan, blow the show and flip a fan

Tol em ballin ballin ballin ballin point hit the can

South BX Im out PS,

Tell em what we bout GS

3 out 3 left feet out the chest

Its obvious you count me less he out he next

These dingy niggas call it rap and shout a mess

and talk shit on the internet

Think they all could get outernet

Yes its Gunna, brothers keep a toola Young Mula

bitch still im in that reaper suit im gonna need a manula

Who are you fooling cooling doofus

Or do it toothless Im stupid as uncle rufus

his stool is stupid now mucus with music

If you compute with, just shoot a mutant

Excuse me just mute a shootant, back in the day it was abc

now im downin 1 2 3

Militia men fisher men blist ya fishes my commision ya bitch get mishing then

Hells kitchen to that miss ya and mish ya in michigan

position for rich and im finna twist my ignition in

Its dramatic dibiase he aint got no sense with him

Dark man, only willie the kid is the kin to him

Young Money Cash Money, imprinted in synnonims

Got niggas sick of them like Yo how the fuck they give him the him

Catch me on any corner store in america blendin in

I aint from it goin fuck it my plan is the benjamin, nigga

(Chorus x2)

Fake friends real money it can never mix

Its all good till you both start stacking chips

Fake friends real money better let it miss ya

You see the real when the money come into the picture