Dead Presidents ft. Fabo & Ringo Lyrics

My only friends are dead presidents my only friends are dead presidents

My only friends are dead presidents my only friends are dead presidents

Should've called me Benjamin, I get it Teezy baby, I'm the track and that's it

TNG, we a thing, that's lit Smoke a pound of Ingenol with a click

We be hittin' the fuckin' clubs and that's lit smoke a pound of Ingenol with a click

We be hittin' them licks and that's lit money bag flow, so you know I'm gettin' that

Chillin' with my niggas and we all ball cats Okango hats, motherfucker, that's that

Pimp in a suit, nigga, I'm a Pippa Mack bitch, cause I'm all about stacks

If you wanna get rich, come and get that cash, cause the hoes on me like cash

Cash, cause the hoes on me, I'm on they ass

Blast, take my cash and I motherfuckin' blast fast, cause I'm catchin' fish up in the necks

Out the water, motherfucker, harder than I fuckin' cash

Bout my cash, motherfucker, if you touch it, I'll blast

My only friends are dead presidents my only friends are dead presidents

My only friends are dead presidents my only friends are dead presidents

My only friends ain't dead presidents my only friends ain't really rich as fuck

I do not play no games, playin' games high like this, you're a lame

Flyer than this, I'm on planes she just wanna fuck, I'm the man

Get into the money, I got bands watch me all blowin' like a fan

Hear her with juicy J's and bands that make her dance

Bitch, you always knew I was a man, yeah she's fallin' in love once again

Love is real, I just slid special powers

I got energy, I'm on neutrons

My only friends are dead presidents my only friends are dead presidents

My only friends are dead presidents my only friends are dead presidents

Hey, hell nah, I ain't racist I want all green faces, I want all pink faces

Matter of fact, them blue faces, ayy, yeah Where they at, man, I'm lookin' for em

Ayy, I wanna stack like a Big Mac time ten, ayy, gettin' it in

In the studio, nigga, with my motherfuckin' friends, yeah

And we blowin' gas, we up on our ass hold up, hold up, we up off our ass

Yeah, straight gettin' to the bag ain't fucked about shit, nigga, leave it in the past

Yeah, ayy, fuck with us and they gon' blast yeah, ayy, fuck with us and they gon' blast

Ayy, ayy, and when the fans come around I don't know, I ain't seen shit

Yeah, ayy, but if it's bout them green dollars hit my phone, ayy, you know I'm comin' on

My only friends are dead presidents my only friends are dead presidents

My only friends are dead presidents my only friends are dead presidents

TNG, ayy, ayy, ayy Natural State, hustla

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