Friends - Lyrics

No more friends

Like I put on the Vlone

Bitches be looking for me

Like I'm Nemo

I just want green

So I'm looking for Shego

If she not fucking

Then she better leave hoe

Don't want that bitch

I'm out of her league yo

If we talk money

I'm blasting like Greedo

Bitches just stare

Like I'm wearing a speedo

No 2K

But I only shoot green though

Where did you learn to be talking like that

Mom didn't teach you bout getting the racks

I've had this shit in the motherfucking bag

Never back down bitch where are you at

Skirt down the block

Like I'm driving a track

MW3 they be calling me Gaz

Cause no matter what

I'll always be strapped

Empty the place like I empty my mag

I don't give a fuck

Cause I'm making that money

You running your mouth

Put a whole in your tummy

I'm stomping your face

Till that shit looking gummy

But that's not the reason

It be looking funny

I don't give a fuck

Cause I'm making that money

You running your mouth

Put a whole in your tummy

I'm stomping your face

Till that shit looking gummy

But that's not the reason

It be looking funny

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Catch me outside

I'll make you regret it

These bitches just listen to me

Cause I said it

Said our relationship dying

I let it

She texting me shit

Then got mad

Cause I read it

Playing with Legos

I'm stacking these bricks

I'm hitting the bank

You hitting the licks

Yeah we not the same

You watching the flicks

That I make with your bitch

Up inside of my crib

You know I got neck pain

Maybe it's because my chains

Or because I turn my head

From all these bitches playing games

Pussy boy watch what you say

You don't even use your brain

If you do

I'll paint a picture with it

On this window pane

No more friends

Like I put on the Vlone

Bitches be looking for me

Like I'm Nemo

I just want green

So I'm looking for Shego

If she not fucking

Then she better leave hoe

Don't want that bitch

I'm out of her league yo

If we talk money

I'm blasting like Greedo

Bitches just stare

Like I'm wearing a speedo

No 2K

But I only shoot green though

Where did you learn to be talking like that

Mom didn't teach you bout getting the racks

I've had this shit in the motherfucking bag

Never back down bitch where are you at

Skirt down the block

Like I'm driving a track

MW3 they be calling me Gaz

Cause no matter what

I'll always be strapped

Empty the place like I empty my mag