Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make Money Not Friends , by - Lazy J. Release date: 25.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Make Money Not Friends |
| Ah-ohhh |
| Ooooh |
| Sefru shit bang |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship |
| Fuck about no friendship, ohhh, oh oh |
| How you talk that shit and keep it censored, yeah |
| But at least you keep it scented |
| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (get money, get money) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (get money, get money) |
| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah (get money, get money) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, oh yeah |
| Fakest motherfuckers out here doin' the most |
| Raise a glass of wine while they make us some toast |
| Run they mouth a lot when they turn their back on me |
| But don’t meet face-to-face so I can fix up they nose |
| Catch me, you gon' catch me doing my damn thing |
| Run the city, I don’t pull no hamstring |
| Don’t fuck with cops so I can’t pull no hamstrings |
| But with all the risk I’m taking, I leave the fat off my bacon |
| I’m a young go-getter and I know better |
| Then I let another slow me down |
| This for everyone who hold me down |
| Who picked me up when I was down |
| Ain’t nobody to be found |
| Take a seat 'cause I’ma need your ass to understand |
| I weighed up my ashes before I weighed up a gram |
| DM on my Instagram turn into a DM for an instant gram |
| I go all in, ain’t bluffin' every time that shit, I keep it sexy |
| How you talk that shit and keep it censored, yeah |
| But at least you keep it scented |
| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (Get money, get money) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (Get money, get money) |
| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah (Get money, get money) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, oh yeah |
| Fakest motherfuckers out here doin' the most (doin' the most) |
| Actin' like clowns out there, missin' a joke (missin' a joke) |
| Claimin' that they flex but they got no rubber bands |
| I’m a go-getter, you should know better |
| Told you like a hundred times that the money’s mine |
| All these honeys fine, underline |
| And my bars are dope as ever, proof that I ain’t done with crime |
| This is the distribution, I’m the main supplier |
| A solo institution 'cause all the fakes were flyin' |
| Now even with my eyes closed, I could sell my vision |
| But I listen to the ones who ain’t on television |
| Now let me tell my vision, I cut my friend, no circumcision |
| Made the best decision; |
| when my gut speaks, I’ma listen |
| And right now I’m hungry for success |
| Put you money where your mouth is, learn some facts, sheesh |
| How you talk that shit and keep it censored, yeah |
| But at least you keep it scented |
| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (Get money, get money) (huh, |
| huh-huh) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (Get money, get money) (huh, |
| huh-huh) |
| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah (Get money, get money) (huh, |
| huh-huh) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, oh yeah |
| And sometimes the fakest motherfuckers be the ones closest |
| Darker than Black Sabbath, back-stabbin' ass vultures |
| Shit, I be on my pivot; |
| sucker-free I be stayin' |
| Fuck 'em, G, I ain’t playin; |
| could buck 'em and leave 'em layin' |
| They don’t want that; |
| naw, really, man, ain’t no better though |
| Told the 16's get on |
| Chronic |
| flow |
| Made in God’s image' problem is, I be sinnin' |
| Cherish Apia City, with these problems I be spittin' |
| You ain’t never knew the 6-eighty-5 till I put it on |
| Check the rap sheets, only fights and the streets |
| See, I’m a good Christian, uce; |
| just don’t fuck me around |
| If you owe me money, stay your ass out of town |
| Time to stack up; |
| Poet got merch that’s for sale |
| Man, I go to any village and packages 'round the world, Vi |
| It ain’t a contest 'cause when you spit |
| Your rhyme stink like your mama’s breath, sheesh |
| [Chorus: Lazy J & |
| POETIK |
| How you talk that shit and keep it censored, yeah |
| (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) |
| But at least you keep it scented |
| (Yeah) |
| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah |
| (Come on) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah |
| (Lazy) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah |
| (Free nigga) |
| (huh, huh-huh) (Get money, get money) |
| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah (Get money, get money) (huh, |
| huh-huh) |
| Could give no fuck about a friendship, oh yeah (Get money, get money) |