Fendi P - Rich Friends lyrics

Yeah, it's a good shirt i like how it fit
It's worth it, fuck it, uh

Five hundred thirty-thousand dollar shirt
Sellin' work (Work)
Rollin' gas (Gas)
Big blunt like a 'Wood full of Purps
(It's full of Purps) whip it 'til it hurt
It disappear on the first
(On the first, yeah) selling crystal meth
All my customers look like Joe Dirt
(They do)
Always countin' money, twenties, fifties
Hundreds (Gettin' blunted)
As much as I do all this finessin'
Ain't not you doing this for nothin'
(For nothing) i just wanna ride foreign
(yeah) , what you tryna do
I done it (I done it)
And your bitch all on my dick 'cause, nigga
You ain't got no money


(You ain't got no money)

I got big money
(Big money) , rich friends (Rich friends)
Bad bitches
(Bad bitches) , lit friends (Lit friends)
Talkin' big money
(Big money) , rich friеnds (Rich friends)
Hella bad bitches
(Bad bitchеs) , lit friends
(Lit friends, yup, yup)

I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
Hella bad bitches
(Okay) , lit friends (Lit friends)

I could never take a loss
I don't set the matchup
Or stick out my neck to lose the crown
Taylor Gang my backup
I'm on kush and I'm on alcohol (Uh, yeah)
My diamonds flawless and I ain't gotta call
My bitches, they fall in line
Rolling papers all the time
(Uh, uh) , damn, she fine
Ass look good, hair long
Tatted on her spine is "Taylor Gang"
Doing donuts in the whip
She say that I'm her favorite gangster
Can't see you
Got too much kush smoke in the way

I got big money
(Big money) , rich friends (Rich friends)
Bad bitches (yeah) , lit friends (Jet Life)
Talkin' big money
(What up, P?) , rich friends (Rich friends)
Hella bad bitches
(Bad bitches) , lit friends
(Lit friends, yup, yup)

I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
Hella bad bitches, lit friends

I was grindin' with my partner
We was bustin' down the profit
I was booty clubbin', real pretty girl
Pussy poppin' (Pussy poppin')
I was stretchin' every dollar
I was '96 Impala (I was '96 Impala)
I was Woah Kemosabe
Twenty-four inch Yokohama
Bitch, it's Jet Life to the
Next life, with this K, i get the Act' right
(The Act' right)
Taxin', but it's sad, right?
(It's sad, right?)
You know this that pack, right? (That pack)
So much gold, pure white (Pure white)
Hella pay, that's right (That's right)
How I'm Fendi, AKA too many chains
That's right (Too many, that's right)

I got big money
(Big money) , rich friends (Rich friends)
Bad bitches
(Bad bitches) , lit friends (Lit friends)
Talkin' big money
(Big money) , rich friends (Rich friends)
Hella bad bitches
(Bad bitches) , lit friends
(Lit friends, yup, yup)

I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money) , talkin' big
Money, money, ho (Money, ho)
Hella bad bitches, lit friends

I was fuckin' with this nigga
P in Atlanta one time, man
We walk up in the building
The nigga stretch us out at
The door like, "Nigga, where your ID at?"
"Nigga, where y'all shit at? Let me
See what y'all got going on"
Shit, this nigga P went from the coolest
Nigga to The Enforcer in two seconds
Talkin' to this nigga so bad
The nigga adjusted his tie and sat back down
And said, "Y'all alright
Write your name down" i said, "Man
This nigga P got a way
With these niggas in here"
I said it right there, I said, "Man
That's the Art Of Finessin 2"