05 Mac - -Friends Lyrics

I done switched up all my friends, they not my brothers, don't mean shit to me
These niggas know the truth, I got the juice, I keep my blick on me
My bitch is bad in a Barbie phase, she load the brr wit me
My red cups turn to brown cause I don't sip the soda clean
You thinking that I sold you just assuming cause my wrist it gleam
I can't live broke, I got up on my ass and live my dreams
I count these hundreds, on my own the industry, don't f*ck with me
I'm counting, I'm counting, I'm counting all these cheese on me now
Yea lil bitch I'm back, I'm gon' count these racks, threw that, in my Prada bag
Count these racks on racks, bitch, I count these bands on bands
Yeah, my bitch on bad, and I ain't throw this cash
Yeah, she throw it back, all my bitches bad
She want me like guads, yeah, my bitch got swag
Push up wit my stick, yeah, my ball gon' sag
My wrist, it cost your rent, you niggas talk to me
Lowkey, you be bumping this, run this shit up back to back
Got some deuce up in the cup, I'm sipping ack
It's some 22's up on this Cadillac
Issa, bad lil bitch, yeah, she loving Mac
It's a bitch up in the back, she load the Mac
Cannot get wit Mac niggas tried knock me off
Big money ain't no shooter cuz I paid em off
Straight to business, bitch ima big boss Muddy on the rocks, but for you I got ciroc
She gon f*ck wit joshy cuz a nigga count that guap
Why you walk like that 05, bitch that's my gun walk
I don't speak muf*ckas, let that gun talk
All them pussy hate on me, These niggas ain't my opps
Bussdown lova big bro got the blue face watch
If you in my way, I got the sweeps gon get mopped
Iss young joshy, big stepping in this bitch, Iss young joshy, Yea I'm Tearing up this shit
Ran out of red, so I'm pourin' up tris
She wanna take a sip, got her throwing up the 6ix
Drum magazine uh uh, you get hit
What I'm tuckin? what I tuck, is not a sig
Big Glock icy wrist watch, too much money I jus say I gotta lot
I ain't have to sell my soul just for me to pop
I jus pimp game and I make shit hot