Friends Video (MV)

Yea okay yea lets go
Na na na na na na
Yea okay yea lets go
Na na na

Okay rip that flip that
Split that get one in
I just hopped out the coupe
New CLA hop in that benz
Im so fly im in the wind
F*cked yo bitch and she a ten
Cartier all on my lense
I stay down my toes on ten
Too much money I cant spend
I cant loose boy ima win
Its a party let em in
She gon strip for me full send
Prada sneaks don't rock no vans
Im too real I cant pretend
She tryna f*ck and im like when
Tell yo hoe to bring a friend yea yea
Bring a friend

Eighteen tryna get to the bag
Too rich so I can not be sad
More hoes tryna make me a dad
Sports mode in the whip do the dash
Take off in the whip im gone
Two shots of the hen no patron
Two glocks I feel like al Capone
Two shots send that lil nigga home
Trap hard I take care of the bricks
Two bands I can make that shit flip
My gang to your boys to a lick
Two bitches fight for me Michael vick
I got no plans now
I just wanna count my bands now
Bad lil hoe from japan now
We hit up saks we cash out
I put that hoe In some dolce
She wanna hop in the rolls aye
I scream when I drive I got road rage
Kay came with a beam and he don't play
These niggas be actors like roll play
Roll roll roll you niggas is actors like roll play
Roll okay go

Okay rip that flip that
Split that get one in
I just hopped out the coupe
New CLA hop in that benz
Im so fly im in the wind
F*cked yo bitch and she a ten
Cartier all on my lense
I stay down my toes on ten
Too much money I cant spend
I cant loose boy ima win
Its a party let em in
She gon strip for me full send
Prada sneaks don't rock no vans
Im too real I cant pretend
She tryna f*ck and im like when
Tell yo hoe to bring a friend yea yea
Bring a friend

Trapping the pack make it back by my lonely
That nigga snitched but you call him yo homie
Ha boy you phony
Yo wifey a bop nigga look how she on me
Box a nigga for the low like a present
That nigga broke he cant stand in my presence
Pray that one day ima make it to heaven
You touch one my brothers I promise we stepping
Moncler on my chest
She said im the best
Better than the rest
Boy I keep a teach like a ref if a nigga talk down he getting stretched
That's on gang
Smoke weed for all the stress
Helmut lang all on my chest
Boy I spent a check
And if a nigga aint right then you know the lil nigga get left
Yea okay
You got all my love
Can we stay in touch
No we cant break up
Girl that's not an option
Oh no no no no no no no

Okay rip that flip that
Split that get one in
I just hopped out the coupe
New CLA hop in that benz
Im so fly im in the wind
F*cked yo bitch and she a ten
Cartier all on my lense
I stay down my toes on ten
Too much money I cant spend
I cant loose boy ima win
Its a party let em in
She gon strip for me full send
Prada sneaks don't rock no vans
Im too real I cant pretend
She tryna f*ck and im like when
Tell yo hoe to bring a friend yea yea
Bring a friend