Long as you just bring me your friends
You ain't gotta be my man at all
(Where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gonna blink
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
(Where you at, baby?)
Let's be friends
Let's be friends
I got 'em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch
Make money, take money, be friends
My movement, baby, let your back get into it
What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Make money, take money
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Throw your hands in the air
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
Fuck player hatin' niggaz, 'cause they cock block
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
(Where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you hardcore
Long as you just bring me your friends
(Cash makin' hoes)
So why you hesitatin' actin' like yo' shit don't stink
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Let me in between as friends
As you pass by, wink in my eye, freshly scented
Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit
Let's be friends
And let's be friends
Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Got my hands on your thighs now
Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts and touch
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde)
Friends
Let's be friends
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
I met you and I stuttered in passion
This be a thug thang, outlaw nigga with riches
Currency seems small, I need companionship
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Can you imagine me in player mode? Rush the tricks
Come get with me and perhaps lady
(Where my niggaz at? Come on)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so cheap
Thug style
(Bling, bling, bling)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Made a livin' out of cuss words, liquor and weed
Let's be friends
Let's be friends
(C'mon, get your cash on, let's get paid)
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
(C'mon, get your cash on)
(C'mon, getcha cash on)
Let's be friends
Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Let's be friends
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
Back in time I recall how she used to be
(Hey)
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's
(Ha, hah)
Puttin' bitch made bustas to sleep with no grief
Let's be friends
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends
Though slightly blinded by that ass
Check my resume, sippin' on Cristal and Alize
(Wessyde, ha, ha, ha)
(Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?)
Let's be friends
Long as you just bring me your friends
(See that, bitch)
(Come on y'all)
(Where my bitches at)
Picture countless options
Baby, got me fantasizin', seein' you naked
Scream my name, 'cause, baby, it's delicious, got a weak spot
Let's be friends
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
(In this motherfucker right here)
(Get your cash on, let's, get dough)
(Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(Where my people at? Let's be)
What's the haps, baby?
(Where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
It's the fuck song, so check my record
(Where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Don't like trickin' but I'll buy you a fifth
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
(Where my niggaz at?)
Long as you just bring me your friends
While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head
For pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Bet I scream Wessyde when I came
Long as you just bring me your friends
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Starin' and watchin', me and you one on one
I can't stand no sneaker wearin' nappy head, bitch
(C'mere baby, Wessyde)
Friends
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
Make money, take money
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
Make money, take money
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
(Wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine
I guess money and fame made you used to me
You got me high, let me come inside
Make money, take money
Long as you just bring me your friends
Everything inside you, from my head to my nuts
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?)
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
(Throw yo' guns in the air)
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
(Whassup?)
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Let's be friends
(All my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
(Cock block)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
(Let me ride)
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
(Wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
