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Make Money Not Friends
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YSN Flow
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L462, gang (Kill that beat, Cam) They don't know you, they tryna throw you under a mission Sippin' codeine, I love to see it bubble If I spin, just know I made back double Keep a bankroll on me, that's why b*t*hes love me My n***as clutchin', that's why they ain't touch them My n***as with it, that's why they bussin' Heart of a lion, pops told me, "You gotta fight" That's what it's like on the jungle But this what it's like when you up, b*t*h, you gotta clutch 'Cause f**k n***as tryna run up I had [?] on the [?], down in the mud 'Cause everybody tryna come up Baby girl know I'm a thug but she fell in love And my love f**kin' her up She know I don't want no hugs, I want me some drugs I just pour a line on my cup New b*t*hes, all in my DM's so if my b*t*h lеaves It's okay, I been linin' them up I got some siblings, I don't gеt to seein' 'em They stuck in the struggle, I gotta come up F**kin' on his BM, now lil' n***a pump Like he seein' my top shotta boxin' him up That boy a b*t*h, I can't be him He flexin' that sh*t but that f**k boy ain't poppin' it up If we spin down his block, leave it red Hundred shottas, hundred Glocks, b*t*h, we poppin' his head We ain't gon' talk to the feds, n***as know snitches get st**ches That sh*t been a [?], I can't let her get in my head She tryna f**k up my grind, I'm just tryna f**k up her bed 'Member they left me for dead That's why I'm tryna make money, not tryna make friends I want the sack 'cause I never had it We was all playin' sports, we ain't think about Pateks Put the push start in sport, b*t*h, you know dash it Livin' fast, momma prayin' that I ain't crash it Fifty drum, lemon squeeze like a automatic When you never had nothin' you learn to stack it Used to walk in the school with it in my jacket 'Cause I know I got oppositions, I ain't lackin' Catch his a** walkin' home from school, we walk him down D.O.A., [?] I can't name a n***a I gave a f**k about I got no love, let me get you the around and around Momma ain't havin' no job, they ain't give me no call Now they all call 'cause I ball Young n***a and I feel like I been through the most But no, I ain't been through it all If we spin down his block, leave it red Hundred shottas, hundred Glocks, b*t*h, we poppin' his head We ain't gon' talk to the feds, n***as know snitches get st**ches That sh*t been a [?], I can't let her get in my head She tryna f**k up my grind, I'm just tryna f**k up her bed 'Member they left me for dead That's why I'm tryna make money, not tryna make friends
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