Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Friends & Family, artist - NAV.
Date of issue: 10.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Friends & Family |
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) |