NAV - Friends & Family lyrics

NAV

NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦

[NAV - Friends & Family lyrics]

(Wheezy outta here)

To riches from rags
I just believed in myself and somehow
I made it out the block
I hit the road
I spend a 20 clip minimum
Every time I wanna shop
High out of my mind
I might just go buy another pair
Of some shit I already got
I'm getting bags
And right in the middle of quarantine
Made 10 million on the dot

Rick Owen pants
My right pocket full of them Xans
I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan
I told 'em just follow my lead and I
Took my whole team to the top


Don't check the tag
And I don't check the receipt
If I see it I want it, I cop
Shout out GBs
I got some connections in Queens
I get my J's before they drop

Where do I start
All of my albums on charts
All my cars push to start
I had no hope
I was just broke as a joke
I go shopping and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me
I just been taking it easy
Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty
For all this shit I'm receiving
Your actions looking deceiving

Beverly Hills
I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm getting paid to go on the mic and
I feel like Mike Jackson when
She let me beat it

Feel like a champ
I got them Louis V pants and
They come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet
I got on them Travis Scott dunks
I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan
Then they gon' hope out the van and
Take you for whatever you got
My bitch is tan
I'm on a yatch out in Cabo
I got villas that take up the block
When I get geeked
Fuck 'round, tell her I love her
But I really use her for sex
Let her be free, I ain't
Bout catching no feelings
I'm catching a flight on a jet

She tryna leave me, no
I'm not taking it easy
Fuck on her friends, she upset
Knew I was smart
My teachers ain't think I'd achieve
Give a fuck about passing a test

They wanna be me
Million in diamonds, believe me
Got rings I could buy a patek
Opps looking dusty
I got some demons, so trust me
Keeping my foot on they neck

Where do I start
All of my albums on charts
All my cars push to start
I had no hope
I was just broke as a joke
I go shopping and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me
I just been taking it easy
Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty
For all this shit I'm receiving
Your actions looking deceiving

Beverly Hills
I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm getting paid to go on the mic and
I feel like Mike Jackson when
She let me beat it

Feel like a champ
I got them Louis V pants and
They come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet
I got on them Travis Scott dunks
I got friends and them family pieces
(Wheezy outta here)

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