Dead Friends
Rich the Kid
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You lil' niggas, man (you lil' niggas is little) Know what I'm sayin'? Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit You know what I'm sayin'? Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig? Pour a four, shit Mustard on the beat, ho You little niggas (little niggas) My check bigger (check bigger) Can't flex, nigga (flex) Can't bet witcha (huh) Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) All them dead friends (dead) You a middleman (what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich) Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie I don't care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what) You niggas'll change for fame (fame) This a sad game (sad game) This the fast lane (skrrt) Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle It's the Lamb', yeah What you been sayin', yeah? (What you been sayin', yeah?) Ooh, it's the gang, yeah (gang) Yeah them chopsticks no lil' shit (grra) You could get your wig split (your wig split) Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga) I'm a boss, my whole team countin' still, nigga (rich) You little niggas (little niggas) My check bigger (check bigger) Can't flex, nigga (flex) Can't bet witcha (huh) Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) All them dead friends (dead) You a middleman (what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich) Pull up with the drama (drama) Better be movin' proper (what) Better use a yoppa (grra) We ain't playin' fair, you a teddy bear (teddy) My wrist too cold with Moncler Talkin' the trap but you not there On the bullshit (bullshit), they pullin' up quick (quick) Like a forest so many sticks (sticks) That's that tragic shit (tragic shit) I got the baddest bitch (baddest) Yeah, yeah (yah) Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli) Drippin' in Chanel, that's a bar, yeah (that's a bar) Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star) I got too much ice (ice) I got (I got) Too many probs', too much paper, right (rich) You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger) Can't flex, nigga (flex), can't bet witcha (huh) Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)
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Written by: Dijon McFarlane, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Leslie Wakefield
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