The Classmates, Drake - Friend$ With Money lyrics

Aubrey Graham

[The Classmates, Drake - Friend$ With Money lyrics]

D-D-D-Do that

I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do it!
(Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it! (Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we ca-

If I blew by, best believe, she was tooken
I got money and my bitches got it too
Try to find me in the upstairs swimming pool
If you wanna join, baby, you know what to do
Class in session with the classmates
You know what we blew
It was something blue, um
It was so damn cool i'm so cool
That's because my pink coat made of wool
Damn, I swear I'm just killing them
Time to square them off in these Space Jams
I jam, with a 5 on the scan
Ahoy there matey
Can you tell me where we land? In the city
On the kush and the beautiful women
If I blew by, best believe she was tooken
She just want the cash
She don't care if you good lookin'
She just wanna shop in Paris then
Show it off in Brooklyn
She hear the classmates, she wanna book 'em
But, um
Get how many stacks that it took 'em? (Damn)

I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do it!
(Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it! (Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do that! (Jet plane)
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)

(Uh) Jet plane, ugh, jet lag
Helicopter, monster truck, I'm a straight ass
Getting mad butt, turning dyke straight sash
Shooting the percs in this molly
'cause she bend it straight ass
Then once again, I'm pissed at Mr ben
'Cause he never let me in when
It come to countin' M
And to the Molly Twins
Thanks for bringing friends
I like the way she spit, I'm on Mr jimmy Jim
So did it, I'm Donald Trump
Thanks for doing lunch
So pleased to put our name
On your glassed store-front
I'm fuc-king in the buck
That's the tour fuck
I'll eat me a cuisine, serve pasta for lunch
I'm falling out much, the pants off the cut
So, it's why I don't give a buck
I drop the four in the twenty
Call it coping cups
Quack-ka rat pat, put the cheese in the tux
(Damn)

I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do it!
(Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it! (Young paid nigga
You know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money
Money)

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