Make Money Not Friends lyrics

[Intro]
L462, gang
(Kill that beat, Cam)

[Verse 1]
They don't know you, they tryna throw you under a mission
Sippin' codeine, I love to see it bubble
If I spin, just know I made back double
Keep a bankroll on me, that's why b*tches love me
My n*ggas clutchin', that's why they ain't touch them
My n*ggas with it, that's why they bussin'
Heart of a lion, pops told me, "You gotta fight"
That's what it's like on the jungle
But this what it's like when you up, b*tch, you gotta clutch
'Cause f*ck n*ggas tryna run up
I had [?] on the [?], down in the mud
'Cause everybody tryna come up
Baby girl know I'm a thug but she fell in love
And my love f*ckin' her up
She know I don't want no hugs, I want me some drugs
I just pour a line on my cup
New b*tches, all in my DM's so if my b*tch lеaves
It's okay, I been linin' them up
I got some siblings, I don't gеt to seein' 'em
They stuck in the struggle, I gotta come up
f*ckin' on his BM, now lil' n*gga pump
Like he seein' my top shotta boxin' him up
That boy a b*tch, I can't be him
He flexin' that sh*t but that f*ck boy ain't poppin' it up
[Chorus]
If we spin down his block, leave it red
Hundred shottas, hundred Glocks, b*tch, we poppin' his head
We ain't gon' talk to the feds, n*ggas know snitches get stitches
That sh*t been a [?], I can't let her get in my head
She tryna f*ck up my grind, I'm just tryna f*ck up her bed
'Member they left me for dead
That's why I'm tryna make money, not tryna make friends

[Verse 2]
I want the sack 'cause I never had it
We was all playin' sports, we ain't think about Pateks
Put the push start in sport, b*tch, you know dash it
Livin' fast, momma prayin' that I ain't crash it
Fifty drum, lemon squeeze like a automatic
When you never had nothin' you learn to stack it
Used to walk in the school with it in my jacket
'Cause I know I got oppositions, I ain't lackin'
Catch his ass walkin' home from school, we walk him down
D.O.A., [?]
I can't name a n*gga I gave a f*ck about
I got no love, let me get you the around and around
Momma ain't havin' no job, they ain't give me no call
Now they all call 'cause I ball
Young n*gga and I feel like I been through the most
But no, I ain't been through it all
[Chorus]
If we spin down his block, leave it red
Hundred shottas, hundred Glocks, b*tch, we poppin' his head
We ain't gon' talk to the feds, n*ggas know snitches get stitches
That sh*t been a [?], I can't let her get in my head
She tryna f*ck up my grind, I'm just tryna f*ck up her bed
'Member they left me for dead
That's why I'm tryna make money, not tryna make friends