Caskey - Less Friends More Victory lyrics
[Caskey - Less Friends More Victory lyrics]
Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none this shit
I just gave 'em what they wanted
I keep cuttin' folks up out the
Circle, I can't trust nobody, aw
Four-five on the waist in case I
Really have to touch somebody, aw
Okay, the dash is digital
I let the money talk
So the brags are minimal
I spend it all the second it comes
And I still I have residuals
Played the fool 'cause they see the tats
And cannot get past the visuals
But I'm a bad individual
I say the word and this shit gettin' critical
And I hustle for mine
I don't pity the pitiful
They was elated picturin' my downfall
Now I'm leavin' 'em cynical
I'm on the upswing from the top floor
I expand my peripheral
And I came from the mud with the dirt
On my fingers and servin' the minerals
Wasn't no one comin' to save me
I had to get mine
Feds come to my crib, I'll never 6ix9ine
I never let 'em back in the circle
Second they switch sides
Came under Stunna, so I do it big time
Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none this shit
I just gave 'em what they wanted
Cut ya out the circle, that's what you wanted
Left you folks to die, that's how you want it
I'm up in the sky, that's what I wanted
Countin' too much fuckin' money
Okay, me and my shawty
We lit up and we don't need nobody
I got the base in the trunk of the car
And I serve up the city like Yo Gotti
These are Air Force 1s on me, not
Foamposites, kick back on the chopper
No karate had to get my aim right when
I was in the streets, had no deposit's
Now it's just big deposit's
I'ma need sixty wallets
I'ma need less friends, mo' money talk, dog
It's erotic
Put the clothes on the couch 'cause we
Put so many guns in the closet
You don't wanna hear it sing
I pull it out and it get melodic
Feelin' like Rocky, put on the weight
Got stocky
My check too cocky, bike ride, no kawasaki
Speakers still knockin'
Shout out to Speaker Knockerz
Cops pull up at the trap in
Plain clothes like secret shoppers
Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none this shit
I just gave 'em what they wanted
Cut ya out the circle, that's what you wanted
Left you folks to die, that's how you want it
I'm up in the sky, that's what I wanted
Countin' too much fuckin' money
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none this shit
I just gave 'em what they wanted
I keep cuttin' folks up out the
Circle, I can't trust nobody, aw
Four-five on the waist in case I
Really have to touch somebody, aw
Okay, the dash is digital
I let the money talk
So the brags are minimal
I spend it all the second it comes
And I still I have residuals
Played the fool 'cause they see the tats
And cannot get past the visuals
But I'm a bad individual
I say the word and this shit gettin' critical
And I hustle for mine
I don't pity the pitiful
They was elated picturin' my downfall
Now I'm leavin' 'em cynical
I'm on the upswing from the top floor
I expand my peripheral
And I came from the mud with the dirt
On my fingers and servin' the minerals
Wasn't no one comin' to save me
I had to get mine
Feds come to my crib, I'll never 6ix9ine
I never let 'em back in the circle
Second they switch sides
Came under Stunna, so I do it big time
Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none this shit
I just gave 'em what they wanted
Cut ya out the circle, that's what you wanted
Left you folks to die, that's how you want it
I'm up in the sky, that's what I wanted
Countin' too much fuckin' money
Okay, me and my shawty
We lit up and we don't need nobody
I got the base in the trunk of the car
And I serve up the city like Yo Gotti
These are Air Force 1s on me, not
Foamposites, kick back on the chopper
No karate had to get my aim right when
I was in the streets, had no deposit's
Now it's just big deposit's
I'ma need sixty wallets
I'ma need less friends, mo' money talk, dog
It's erotic
Put the clothes on the couch 'cause we
Put so many guns in the closet
You don't wanna hear it sing
I pull it out and it get melodic
Feelin' like Rocky, put on the weight
Got stocky
My check too cocky, bike ride, no kawasaki
Speakers still knockin'
Shout out to Speaker Knockerz
Cops pull up at the trap in
Plain clothes like secret shoppers
Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none this shit
I just gave 'em what they wanted
Cut ya out the circle, that's what you wanted
Left you folks to die, that's how you want it
I'm up in the sky, that's what I wanted
Countin' too much fuckin' money