Tom: Cm
Cm
95 ?Mack? with the Polo ?book?
Cm
Cuban link on with the Jesus piece
Cm F
Doin' the most hoe, sayin' the least
Need pussy and money tha's how I ?
[Verse 2: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
Cm
I'm talkin' Monday afternoon I was bussin' it down
Cm
I ain't makin' this up, I ain't fuckin' around
F
I'm at ? in the ally on my cellphone
Get the pussy get the head get the hell on
[Verse 3: T.I. & Brandon Rossi]
Cm
Convicted fel-on
With no right to bear arms-
Cm
Still I do but carefully I'm who they tell on
F
Niggas watchin' but we keep it goin'
Like the camera rollin' and them people on us
You know it
[Verse 4: Rara & T.I.]
Cm
Middle finger out the Beamer like Pac
One hand on my dick one hand on my Glock
Gm
All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stopin'
F
Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt ???
Cm
Still riddin' with my nigga with a ? habbit
My other nigga drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly
F
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
[Verse 5: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
Cm
And let's get one thing clear lets get one thing straight
Cm
Came straight up in this bih, move shit up out the way
F
Put your hands in the air, bitch show me where the safe
You know it!
[Hook: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
Cm
Friends
Gm
We use that term loosely too loosely
F
Everybody ain't your friend
Cm Gm
We use that term loosely too loosely
F
Everybody ain't your friend
Cm
Born to ?
Build to last
Need mine bitch fuck all that
Gm
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
F
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
Cm
Everybody ain't your friend
Born to ?
Build to last
Need mine bitch fuck all that
Gm
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
F
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
Everybody ain't your friend
[Verse 6: Young Dro]
Cm
I'm a thug nigga peep the authenticity-
The wrist at least 60, ya killn' me
Jimmy Choo a thousand on my bitch feet
F
Japanese diet only thing I eat is kimichi
Give a foot long to ya bitch no ?
[Verse 7: Tokyo Jetz]
Cm
Orville Redenbacher I'm the only bitch poppin'-
And a whole clique 'a yall damn sure can't stop it
Cm
Runnin' straight to the money that's the only way I'm rackin'
F
And if yee ain't got that then they might get to poppin'
Cm
I ain't fuckin' with the crowd I'm a different kind of bitch
Cm
Go to court and point fingers you a different type of snitch
Gm
Think I wanna buy a yacht be a different type a rich
F
But I'm still from the hood I'll settle for a brick
[Verse 8: T.I.]
Cm
And if I call you a friend I die for ya
That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
Cm
Man I was raised in the trenches by straight crooks
F
When lady see me on the street grab they pocketbook
Cm
I'm sharp as a pocket knife on a G
This address on my ID
Cm
Should tell you I'm from Bankhead, you know not to try me
G
I put you over my knee
And spank your ass like my niece
F
And kick ya shit, Tai Chi, until it's over, capisce?
[Verse 9: Tokyo Jetz & Young Dro]
Cm
Call 'em Jimmy John's cause them shooters gon' deliver me
Gon' catch ya after hours outside of where you livin' at
Cm
Don't forget Tokyo, man we gotta keep it pimpin'
F
I'm rockin' with these hoes five grand for the linen
Dro
[Hook: Brandon Rossi & Rara]
Cm
Friends
Gm
We use that term loosely too loosely
F
Everybody ain't your friend
Cm Gm
We use that term loosely too loosely
F
Everybody ain't your friend
Cm
Born to ?
Build to last
Need mine bitch fuck all that
Gm
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
F
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
Cm
Everybody ain't your friend
Born to ?
Build to last
Need mine bitch fuck all that
Gm
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
F
Where that money at? Bitch fuck all that
Everybody ain't your friend
