Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
I be whippin, bitches trippin
Acrobatic, money flippin
Saline, get to filling
Got these niggas in they feelings
Haters name up on my docket
Got these bitches in my pocket
All these bags, Imma stop it
Say I'm fake, Polly Pocket
I'm a rocket bitch I take off
One Migo to Takeoff
These bitches need a shift cover tell them to takeoff
Im giving them the pink slip and tell them to layoff
Im breaking every chain until theres nothing to break off
Say that they my friends but they never show up
Thats why I'm cleaning out my phone so they never show up
You can save all the excuse Im done with the shit
And Imma tell the whole world so you can run with the shit
You say you busy making goals and be counting them figures
But I make the same amount just for riding with niggas
Before I make you feel annoyed or I make you feel buggy
Don't compare me to others bitch my name is Michauli
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
Yo, the name is Doja how you doing? Nice to meet ya
Nah, not really. Let me school you like a teacher
Niggas don't practice what they preach just like the preachers
Take notes. Open your ears, sit in the bleachers yea
Im sick of fakes they be flakin' out and fraudin'
Im sick of snakes they be staking out in gardens
Circles getting small old friends thought it dissolvin'
But all my real bicthes eating, we never starving
Im loyal. As long as I breathe best believe
Whats yours is mine. That is what its supposed to be whole heartedly
But they not cut from same clout liffenin'
Fake luxury from the gram is just too much for me
Focused on the green. The peppermint collecting checks like government got you pinned
Like the niggas I f*cked
I don't buck if it aint bout a buck
But just your luck I been growing it but you know wassup bitch
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
Jeleel - Friends (feat. Doji Boy) Lyrics
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Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
I be whippin, bitches trippin
Acrobatic, money flippin
Saline, get to filling
Got these niggas in they feelings
Haters name up on my docket
Got these bitches in my pocket
All these bags, Imma stop it
Say I'm fake, Polly Pocket
I'm a rocket bitch I take off
One Migo to Takeoff
These bitches need a shift cover tell them to takeoff
Im giving them the pink slip and tell them to layoff
Im breaking every chain until theres nothing to break off
Say that they my friends but they never show up
Thats why I'm cleaning out my phone so they never show up
You can save all the excuse Im done with the shit
And Imma tell the whole world so you can run with the shit
You say you busy making goals and be counting them figures
But I make the same amount just for riding with niggas
Before I make you feel annoyed or I make you feel buggy
Don't compare me to others bitch my name is Michauli
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
Yo, the name is Doja how you doing? Nice to meet ya
Nah, not really. Let me school you like a teacher
Niggas don't practice what they preach just like the preachers
Take notes. Open your ears, sit in the bleachers yea
Im sick of fakes they be flakin' out and fraudin'
Im sick of snakes they be staking out in gardens
Circles getting small old friends thought it dissolvin'
But all my real bicthes eating, we never starving
Im loyal. As long as I breathe best believe
Whats yours is mine. That is what its supposed to be whole heartedly
But they not cut from same clout liffenin'
Fake luxury from the gram is just too much for me
Focused on the green. The peppermint collecting checks like government got you pinned
Like the niggas I f*cked
I don't buck if it aint bout a buck
But just your luck I been growing it but you know wassup bitch
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
I be whippin, bitches trippin
Acrobatic, money flippin
Saline, get to filling
Got these niggas in they feelings
Haters name up on my docket
Got these bitches in my pocket
All these bags, Imma stop it
Say I'm fake, Polly Pocket
I'm a rocket bitch I take off
One Migo to Takeoff
These bitches need a shift cover tell them to takeoff
Im giving them the pink slip and tell them to layoff
Im breaking every chain until theres nothing to break off
Say that they my friends but they never show up
Thats why I'm cleaning out my phone so they never show up
You can save all the excuse Im done with the shit
And Imma tell the whole world so you can run with the shit
You say you busy making goals and be counting them figures
But I make the same amount just for riding with niggas
Before I make you feel annoyed or I make you feel buggy
Don't compare me to others bitch my name is Michauli
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
Yo, the name is Doja how you doing? Nice to meet ya
Nah, not really. Let me school you like a teacher
Niggas don't practice what they preach just like the preachers
Take notes. Open your ears, sit in the bleachers yea
Im sick of fakes they be flakin' out and fraudin'
Im sick of snakes they be staking out in gardens
Circles getting small old friends thought it dissolvin'
But all my real bicthes eating, we never starving
Im loyal. As long as I breathe best believe
Whats yours is mine. That is what its supposed to be whole heartedly
But they not cut from same clout liffenin'
Fake luxury from the gram is just too much for me
Focused on the green. The peppermint collecting checks like government got you pinned
Like the niggas I f*cked
I don't buck if it aint bout a buck
But just your luck I been growing it but you know wassup bitch
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
Fake friends, they don't even make friends
To hold me down man that shit don't even make sense
Don't come around when that money make enough cents
My money smooth but we stay around the rough ends
Writer: Darius Williams, Tyvan Burns
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid