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Make Money Not Friends Lyrics - Artist : Hooligan Hefs
Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end
Single shot, .410, now my semi extends Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme Single shot, .410, now my semi extends Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?] Stack or style, so I'm out here stackin' (stackin') We were in hell, no sign of the Chaplain Said I'm workin' 9-5, but most of us trappin' The love's still the same, all down for the action More money, less problems, that's my intention (Mm-mm) He tried to diss, and got sacked, like an intervention You have to walk straight to war, but I was always steppin' All of mine go to work, no one at reception (What else?) So we put our trust in the scales, send out a text with sales They raid a bro, no stress, put whatever for bail Shots fired, we don't pretend, do more damage than hail We're really good on either end, get done here or in jail I do not lack for my brothers, when it comes to it Won't get no reply, we let them guns do it Can't take the street out the kid, I still run for it You either got it or you don't, yeah there's nothing to it Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme Single shot, .410, now my semi extends Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?] Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme Single shot, .410, now my semi extends Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?] They're in the streets, full of fakes, but I'm just here for my pay We're not them industry fakes, get shot where you stay Why you tryna bring a play like there's a role that you played? We made pigs bring tape when we headed that way Still with the same brothers, whole game gunners Yeah we share the same struggle, just different mothers Fear the man above us, we don't fear them others Yeah we slide with less, this track makes the numbers And I'm doing numbers, like a trap telephone On the road, not heading home, I paved the way on my own Tell these labels, "come correct", I need a mil', nothing less We as real as it gets, '67 'till the death Got a gang full of hitters, road never misses (Yeah he never misses) You ain't built like that, someone tell his missus (Someone tell her) Not in my division, we bang into the system (Boom, boom) Yeah we've been breaking bread since our first mission Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme Single shot, .410, now my semi extends Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?] Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme Single shot, .410, now my semi extends Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?] |
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