DJ Khaled - No New Friends (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah I stay down with my day one n*ggas and we in the club screaming

[Hook]
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
Still here with my day one n*ggas, so you hear me say
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I still ride with my day one n*ggas, I don't really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I stay down from day one so I say
f*ck all y'all n*ggas except my n*ggas
f*ck all y'all n*ggas except my n*ggas
One more time
f*ck all ya'll n*ggas except my n*ggas
f*ck all ya'll n*ggas, stay down from day one so I say
(f*ck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)

[Verse 1: Drake]
Man this sh*t so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I'm James Harden
Money counter go burrr, when you sellin' out the Garden
Four car garage, pornstar ménage
Birdman go brrr cause he know this sh*t retarded
f*ck her on the floor before we make it to the bed
That's what your ass really call it started from the bottom, yes lord
OVO sound man I'm proud of my n*ggas
Knew that we would make it never doubted my n*ggas
All my b*tches love me
If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer then a lot of you n*ggas
Aye that's luxury dawg, day one n*ggas man ya'll stuck with me dawg
Ever since Youtube n*ggas been calling me the leader of the new school
f*ck with me dawg, yeah
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Your b*tch all in my photographs, ho n*ggas got hate for me
Big homies all certified, nothing n*ggas gon' take from me
Follow codes, study game, feed fam n*gga f*ck fame
All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing
Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy that's my dress code
All I hug is blood n*gga, Khaled that's my flesh tho
All I want is love n*gga, money bring that stress tho
Smoke good I love life, strip club like erry night
Every night my same n*ggas day one straight menace (Rozay!)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, I'm here with my n*ggas, I'm too high to be friendly
They throw dirt on my name, well that's why they still dig me
And I'm tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience
I thank God for my homies, I wish we could trade places
b*tch we good-fellas, boy all them n*ggas with you they just pall bearers
And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast
Young Money, stay young
I been Cash Money since day one
Tunechi
[Hook]

[Outro: Future]
f*ck all y'all n*ggas except my n*ggas
f*ck them other n*ggas cuz' I'm down for my n*ggas