Got Friends

Lyrics

She said...
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it
 I just talk about it 'cause I live it now
 So let me tell you 'bout this PYT
 That I seen this week, I had to take a bow
 5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes
 And she would make me throw it all away
 For a fun time and the right prize
 Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer truck ask her
 Prolly keep my hammer tucked
 The type to slide 'em down and then the panties stuck
 I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it with you
 Get a house and a picket with you
 Pop up on you at your work place, not your birthday
 Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' with you
 Your best friend, always coming through
 With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone
 And I ain't even tryna dog you out
 But can you feed a nigga just a little bone?
 One of you, one of me, you and me
 We make three or maybe four
 And just two more just to even score
 Step to her, had to play chess
 Had to hit her with the full press
 Then I told her I'd do anything
 Just to chat with her for a quick sec'
 Let it sit, let it process, then she went and said, "Sure, yes"
 Whispered in her ear and told her (She said)
 Baby, I want less drama and more sex, but
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, all of my women got friends
 Most of 'em like with a blend
 And most of 'em off in the ends
 And they don't care who they offend
 Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the neck down
 She was super crazy
 Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would fight alot
 And she a '90s baby
 Complain about me, always on the road
 And talk to other women and she wanted babies
 Had to shake it like a common cold
 Then I had a show and then I saw you, baby
 Then I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back
 With no indication
 Now I'm flyin' to you
 Takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces
 Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes
 Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem
 Heard you left to visit cuz and 'em,
 Reconnectin' with your mom and 'em
 Now you want me to fly to Sweden
 After, fly you to the Motherland
 You was mine and I am yours
 And you still mine when I go on tour
 I ain't really tryna play no games
 I can win the battle, you can win the war
 I'm just tryna fuck and love you either on the bed
 And we can take it to the floor
 Crazy how this all started out (She said)
 'Cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 
 She said...
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it
 I just talk about it 'cause I live it now
 So let me tell you 'bout this PYT
 That I seen this week, I had to take a bow
 5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes
 And she would make me throw it all away
 For a fun time and the right prize
 Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer truck ask her
 Prolly keep my hammer tucked
 The type to slide 'em down and then the panties stuck
 I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it with you
 Get a house and a picket with you
 Pop up on you at your work place, not your birthday
 Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' with you
 Your best friend, always coming through
 With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone
 And I ain't even tryna dog you out
 But can you feed a nigga just a little bone?
 One of you, one of me, you and me
 We make three or maybe four
 And just two more just to even score
 Step to her, had to play chess
 Had to hit her with the full press
 Then I told her I'd do anything
 Just to chat with her for a quick sec'
 Let it sit, let it process, then she went and said, "Sure, yes"
 Whispered in her ear and told her (She said)
 Baby, I want less drama and more sex, but
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, all of my women got friends
 Most of 'em like with a blend
 And most of 'em off in the ends
 And they don't care who they offend
 Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the neck down
 She was super crazy
 Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would fight alot
 And she a '90s baby
 Complain about me, always on the road
 And talk to other women and she wanted babies
 Had to shake it like a common cold
 Then I had a show and then I saw you, baby
 Then I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back
 With no indication
 Now I'm flyin' to you
 Takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces
 Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes
 Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem
 Heard you left to visit cuz and 'em,
 Reconnectin' with your mom and 'em
 Now you want me to fly to Sweden
 After, fly you to the Motherland
 You was mine and I am yours
 And you still mine when I go on tour
 I ain't really tryna play no games
 I can win the battle, you can win the war
 I'm just tryna fuck and love you either on the bed
 And we can take it to the floor
 Crazy how this all started out (She said)
 'Cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 
 She said...
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it
 I just talk about it 'cause I live it now
 So let me tell you 'bout this PYT
 That I seen this week, I had to take a bow
 5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes
 And she would make me throw it all away
 For a fun time and the right prize
 Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer truck ask her
 Prolly keep my hammer tucked
 The type to slide 'em down and then the panties stuck
 I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it with you
 Get a house and a picket with you
 Pop up on you at your work place, not your birthday
 Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' with you
 Your best friend, always coming through
 With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone
 And I ain't even tryna dog you out
 But can you feed a nigga just a little bone?
 One of you, one of me, you and me
 We make three or maybe four
 And just two more just to even score
 Step to her, had to play chess
 Had to hit her with the full press
 Then I told her I'd do anything
 Just to chat with her for a quick sec'
 Let it sit, let it process, then she went and said, "Sure, yes"
 Whispered in her ear and told her (She said)
 Baby, I want less drama and more sex, but
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, all of my women got friends
 Most of 'em like with a blend
 And most of 'em off in the ends
 And they don't care who they offend
 Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the neck down
 She was super crazy
 Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would fight alot
 And she a '90s baby
 Complain about me, always on the road
 And talk to other women and she wanted babies
 Had to shake it like a common cold
 Then I had a show and then I saw you, baby
 Then I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back
 With no indication
 Now I'm flyin' to you
 Takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces
 Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes
 Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem
 Heard you left to visit cuz and 'em,
 Reconnectin' with your mom and 'em
 Now you want me to fly to Sweden
 After, fly you to the Motherland
 You was mine and I am yours
 And you still mine when I go on tour
 I ain't really tryna play no games
 I can win the battle, you can win the war
 I'm just tryna fuck and love you either on the bed
 And we can take it to the floor
 Crazy how this all started out (She said)
 'Cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 
 She said...
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it
 I just talk about it 'cause I live it now
 So let me tell you 'bout this PYT
 That I seen this week, I had to take a bow
 5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes
 And she would make me throw it all away
 For a fun time and the right prize
 Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer truck ask her
 Prolly keep my hammer tucked
 The type to slide 'em down and then the panties stuck
 I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it with you
 Get a house and a picket with you
 Pop up on you at your work place, not your birthday
 Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' with you
 Your best friend, always coming through
 With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone
 And I ain't even tryna dog you out
 But can you feed a nigga just a little bone?
 One of you, one of me, you and me
 We make three or maybe four
 And just two more just to even score
 Step to her, had to play chess
 Had to hit her with the full press
 Then I told her I'd do anything
 Just to chat with her for a quick sec'
 Let it sit, let it process, then she went and said, "Sure, yes"
 Whispered in her ear and told her (She said)
 Baby, I want less drama and more sex, but
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, all of my women got friends
 Most of 'em like with a blend
 And most of 'em off in the ends
 And they don't care who they offend
 Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the neck down
 She was super crazy
 Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would fight alot
 And she a '90s baby
 Complain about me, always on the road
 And talk to other women and she wanted babies
 Had to shake it like a common cold
 Then I had a show and then I saw you, baby
 Then I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back
 With no indication
 Now I'm flyin' to you
 Takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces
 Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes
 Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem
 Heard you left to visit cuz and 'em,
 Reconnectin' with your mom and 'em
 Now you want me to fly to Sweden
 After, fly you to the Motherland
 You was mine and I am yours
 And you still mine when I go on tour
 I ain't really tryna play no games
 I can win the battle, you can win the war
 I'm just tryna fuck and love you either on the bed
 And we can take it to the floor
 Crazy how this all started out (She said)
 'Cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 
 She said...
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it
 I just talk about it 'cause I live it now
 So let me tell you 'bout this PYT
 That I seen this week, I had to take a bow
 5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes
 And she would make me throw it all away
 For a fun time and the right prize
 Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer truck ask her
 Prolly keep my hammer tucked
 The type to slide 'em down and then the panties stuck
 I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it with you
 Get a house and a picket with you
 Pop up on you at your work place, not your birthday
 Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' with you
 Your best friend, always coming through
 With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone
 And I ain't even tryna dog you out
 But can you feed a nigga just a little bone?
 One of you, one of me, you and me
 We make three or maybe four
 And just two more just to even score
 Step to her, had to play chess
 Had to hit her with the full press
 Then I told her I'd do anything
 Just to chat with her for a quick sec'
 Let it sit, let it process, then she went and said, "Sure, yes"
 Whispered in her ear and told her (She said)
 Baby, I want less drama and more sex, but
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, all of my women got friends
 Most of 'em like with a blend
 And most of 'em off in the ends
 And they don't care who they offend
 Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the neck down
 She was super crazy
 Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would fight alot
 And she a '90s baby
 Complain about me, always on the road
 And talk to other women and she wanted babies
 Had to shake it like a common cold
 Then I had a show and then I saw you, baby
 Then I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back
 With no indication
 Now I'm flyin' to you
 Takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces
 Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes
 Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem
 Heard you left to visit cuz and 'em,
 Reconnectin' with your mom and 'em
 Now you want me to fly to Sweden
 After, fly you to the Motherland
 You was mine and I am yours
 And you still mine when I go on tour
 I ain't really tryna play no games
 I can win the battle, you can win the war
 I'm just tryna fuck and love you either on the bed
 And we can take it to the floor
 Crazy how this all started out (She said)
 'Cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 
 She said...
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it
 I just talk about it 'cause I live it now
 So let me tell you 'bout this PYT
 That I seen this week, I had to take a bow
 5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes
 And she would make me throw it all away
 For a fun time and the right prize
 Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer truck ask her
 Prolly keep my hammer tucked
 The type to slide 'em down and then the panties stuck
 I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it with you
 Get a house and a picket with you
 Pop up on you at your work place, not your birthday
 Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' with you
 Your best friend, always coming through
 With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone
 And I ain't even tryna dog you out
 But can you feed a nigga just a little bone?
 One of you, one of me, you and me
 We make three or maybe four
 And just two more just to even score
 Step to her, had to play chess
 Had to hit her with the full press
 Then I told her I'd do anything
 Just to chat with her for a quick sec'
 Let it sit, let it process, then she went and said, "Sure, yes"
 Whispered in her ear and told her (She said)
 Baby, I want less drama and more sex, but
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 Look, all of my women got friends
 Most of 'em like with a blend
 And most of 'em off in the ends
 And they don't care who they offend
 Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the neck down
 She was super crazy
 Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would fight alot
 And she a '90s baby
 Complain about me, always on the road
 And talk to other women and she wanted babies
 Had to shake it like a common cold
 Then I had a show and then I saw you, baby
 Then I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back
 With no indication
 Now I'm flyin' to you
 Takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces
 Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes
 Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem
 Heard you left to visit cuz and 'em,
 Reconnectin' with your mom and 'em
 Now you want me to fly to Sweden
 After, fly you to the Motherland
 You was mine and I am yours
 And you still mine when I go on tour
 I ain't really tryna play no games
 I can win the battle, you can win the war
 I'm just tryna fuck and love you either on the bed
 And we can take it to the floor
 Crazy how this all started out (She said)
 'Cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore
 All of my bitches got friends, yeah
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 And they bad, they bad, so it's good
 It's enough for the clique, word
 ♪
 All of my bitches got friends
 You don't need to pick, nah
 All of my bitches got friends
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
 Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
 

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Duration
03:46
Key
10
Tempo
144 BPM

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