Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Need Friends, artist - NAV. Date of issue: 10.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Need Friends |
| I don’t need friends |
| They don’t wanna see someone like me doing better than them |
| Still can’t believe it, I really got rich |
| Tell a bitch or a hater to suck on my dick (Suck on my dick) |
| Never give focus on hate I receive (Yeah) |
| I could achieve more than they dream (Yeah) |
| I know they ain’t tough enough to be me (Yeah) |
| Making money like magic, got tricks up my sleeve |
| Too many vibes, I brought sand to the beach |
| Test drive 'em all, but I don’t wanna keep |
| Pop me a X 'cause I gotta get geeked |
| Talking 'bout sleep, I get two days a week |
| They say they drippin', I’m kissin' my teeth |
| They burning it out, ain’t no chrome left for me |
| When I was broke, I was feeling uneasy |
| Now I get paid, and I’m feeling relieved |
| Call up a thotty, I hit when I please |
| Whatever it take, I just pay her to leave |
| My bitch Latino, my choppa is Russian |
| Wheezy on beats, that’s expensive percussions |
| Can’t get no Act', so we sippin' on red |
| Can’t talk my bro 'cause he still in the feds |
| Can’t get these demons up outta my head |
| Can’t slide on the opps 'cause they already dead |
| What I can do (What you do?) |
| I can go get some money |
| Whole pool heated up and it cost a hunnid thousand |
| 'Cause I left the shit running (No cap) |
| I can turn nothing to something |
| Book me a show and I fly out the country (Let's go) |
| I eat at Nobu when I get the munchies (Let's go) |
| Driving in bucket seats, had to serve buckets |
| I put the top down and I let her suck it |
| (Friends) |
| They don’t wanna see someone like me doing better than them |
| Still can’t believe it, I really got rich |
| Tell a bitch or a hater to suck on my dick (Suck on my dick) |
| Never give focus on hate I receive (Yeah) |
| I could achieve more than they dream (Yeah) |
| I know they ain’t tough enough to be me (Yeah) |
| Making money like magic, got tricks up my sleeve |
| Too many vibes, I brought sand to the beach |
| Test drive 'em all, but I don’t wanna keep |
| Pop me a X 'cause I gotta get geeked |
| Talking 'bout sleep, I get two days a week |
| They say they drippin', I’m kissin' my teeth |
| They burning it out, ain’t no chrome left for me |
| When I was broke, I was feeling uneasy |
| Now I get paid, and I’m feeling relieved |
| I gave a round of applause to myself |
| I put the baddest lil bitch on the shelf |
| I went '21 wagon and sat it on F’s |
| I don’t gotta brag this shit speak for itself |
| I got stripes in my hood, run the game, I’m the ref |
| I keep the fire up under my belt |
| And I run with some real ones who bang to the left |
| Marching band, baby, I know how to step |
| I can’t speak on the business it’s quiet as kept |
| Look like a diva, I know how to treat her |
| I know how to keep her, she fine as hell |
| I spent a quarter millie on a Richard Mille |
| I keep quiet, I’m never gon' tell |
| I put my life savings in a brown box |
| I was getting that shit in the mail |
| I keep a mill cash for the best lawyer |
| I ain’t worried about going to jail |
| I just spent 8K on some Hermès bags |
| 50K more on Chanel |
| I got the ball now, ain’t gon' ball hog |
| I’ma pass it to bro for the lay up |
| I just went Prada tee shirt with the Prada jacket |
| You can tell I’m a motherfuckin' player |
| I don’t need friends |
| They don’t wanna see someone like me doing better than them |
| Still can’t believe it, I really got rich |
| Tell a bitch or a hater to suck on my dick (Suck on my dick) |
| Never give focus on hate I receive (Yeah) |
| I could achieve more than they dream (Yeah) |
| I know they ain’t tough enough to be me (Yeah) |
| Making money like magic, got tricks up my sleeve |
| Too many vibes, I brought sand to the beach |
| Test drive 'em all, but I don’t wanna keep |
| Pop me a X 'cause I gotta get geeked |
| Talking 'bout sleep, I get two days a week |
| They say they drippin', I’m kissin' my teeth |
| They burning it out, ain’t no chrome left for me |
| When I was broke, I was feeling uneasy |
| Now I get paid, and I’m feeling relieved |
| (Weezy outta here) |