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Willie The Kid Friends And Money

niggas on it Friends & Money [Chorus: x2] Fake friends real money it can never mix It's all good till you both start stacking chips Fake friends real money

it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight Dust and take and

gold and still owe the record label cash Yo, kid, check the math Learn about the word 'recoup', troop And stop walkin' 'round, all hyped and souped You

cruiser [Incomprehensible] contacts your cruiser No cash, they want a ton of crystal meth High risk will bring more riches than the national debt We launder money through the S and L's and

smoke And 'cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten And see jokers is scatter

to kill em Willin to thrill em and hand dealin Spit em and hit em and chill em with wrong Is it forgive me When im up shiny things and workin tha benz

a stand I'm on the set in other words, I'm in effect Grab your cassettes, hit your rewinds and your ejects Tell your friends that Ak is back and Ak

fuck the whole world kid My money comes first 'cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody If you're not family, then you die by me 'Cause niggas will

, you worthless kid Niggaz don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker If he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night Ever since my dough, my flow, and