Friends Lyrics - Hustle Gang

[Verse 1: Rara] 

95 Mack with the Polo book 

Cuban link on with the Jesus piece 

Doin' the most hoe, sayin' the least 

Need pussy and money tha's how I 

[Verse 2: Brandon Rossi & Rara] 

I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down 

I ain't makin' this up, I ain't fuckin' around 

I'm at ? in the ally on my cellphone 

Get the pussy get the head get the hell on 

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[Verse 3: T.I. & Brandon Rossi] 

Convicted fel-on 

With no right to bear arms- 

Still I do but carefully I'm who they tell on 

Niggas watchin' but we keep it goin' 

Like the camera rollin' and them people on us 

You know it 

[Verse 4: Rara & T.I.] 

Middle finger out the Beamer like Pac 

One hand on my dick one hand on my Glock 

All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stopin' 

Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt ??? 

Still riddin' with my nigga with a habbit 

My other nigga drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly 

Now we ain't finna play no games, not at all, period 

They hit ya ass long range like Paul Pierce 

'n' drop a song bet ya ass hear it all year 

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[Verse 5: Brandon Rossi & Rara] 

And let's get one thing clear lets get one thing straight 

Came straight up in this bih, move shit up out the way 

Put your hands in the air, bitch show me where the safe 

You know it! 

[Hook: Brandon Rossi & Rara] 

Friends 

We use that term loosely, too loosely 

Everybody ain't your friend 

We use that term loosely, too loosely 

Everybody ain't your friend 

Born to lose 

Build to last 

Need mine bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Everybody ain't your friend 

Born to lose 

Build to last 

Need mine bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Everybody ain't your friend 

[Verse 6: Young Dro] 

I'm a thug nigga peep the authenticity- 

The wrist at least 60, ya killn' me 

Jimmy Choo a thousand on my bitch feet 

Japanese diet only thing I eat is kimichi 

Give a foot long to ya bitch, no Blimpie 

[Verse 7: Tokyo Jetz] 

Orville Redenbacher I'm the only bitch poppin'- 

And a whole clique 'a yall damn sure can't stop it 

Runnin' straight to the money that's the only way I'm rackin' 

And if yee ain't got that then they might get to poppin' 

I ain't fuckin' with the crowd I'm a different kind of bitch 

Go to court and point fingers you a different type of snitch 

Think I wanna buy a yacht be a different type a rich 

But I'm still from the hood I'll settle for a brick 

[Verse 8: T.I.] 

And if I call you a friend I die for ya 

That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook 

Man I was raised in the trenches by straight crooks 

When lady see me on the street grab they pocketbook 

I'm sharp as a pocket knife on IG 

This address on my ID 

Should tell you I'm from Bankhead, you know not to try me 

I put you over my knee 

And spank your ass like my niece 

And kick ya shit, Tai Chi, until it's over, capisce? 

[Verse 9: Tokyo Jetz & Young Dro] 

Call 'em Jimmy John's cause them shooters gon' deliver me 

Gon' catch ya after hours outside of where you livin' at 

Don't forget Tokyo, man we gotta keep it pimpin' 

I'm rockin' with these hoes five grand for the linen 

Dro 

[Hook: Brandon Rossi & Rara] 

Friends 

We use that term loosely, too loosely 

Everybody ain't your friend 

We use that term loosely, too loosely 

Everybody ain't your friend 

Born to lose 

Build to last 

Need mine bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Everybody ain't your friend 

Born to lose 

Build to last 

Need mine bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Everybody ain't your friend 

[Verse 10: T.I. & Trae tha Truth] 

(3:05) You don't really know what disloyalty like 

Any time you get around homeboys in life 

And den they owe you time to pay they like 'oh I forgot' 

Then when my nigga Trae caught 'em in the parking lot (OK) 

Betta know I keep ?Baracus? ? like a poet 

(3:15)Open up the safe I got it looking like a gourd 

Hustle like a mu'fucka fuck what niggas charge- 

And I came from bein' nothin' now I'm top five startin' 

And the game need renovation 

Fuck it no penetration 

Money my demonstration foreigns in my destination 

? to me and my numbers ? wit no hestitation 

Pulled up on yo block light it up like it's a celebration 

[Hook: Brandon Rossi & Rara] 

Friends 

We use that term loosely, too loosely 

Everybody ain't your friend 

We use that term loosely, too loosely 

Everybody ain't your friend 

Born to lose 

Build to last 

Need mine bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Everybody ain't your friend 

Born to lose 

Build to last 

Need mine bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that 

Everybody ain't your friend