****Friendz - Album Version (Edited)

Approach you and post a minute

I'm on my double R tenant

As you pass by winking my eye, freshly tinted

What's the haps baby?

Come get with me and perhaps lady

You can help me multiply my stacks baby

Currency seems small, I need companionship

Through with that tan shit, I bet your man ain't shit

So why you hesitating, acting like this shit don't stink?

Check out my diamonds and everything one gold plate

This be a thug thang, outlawed with inward riches

Me and my dreaming motherfuckers own a mansion

Check my resume, sipping off my insulin

They want Stone Biggie or Keith the Cali way

Don't like niggas but I'll buy you a fit

I can't stand no sneaker wearing F-ing bitch

Read my pedigree, read briefly

The soul chief putting shit made bustas with no grief

Mash on my so-called comp

Who the man while I'm busting on your man each day

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me

Jay-Z, broke and I won't stay

Baby let's be

Let's be friends

You ain't gotta be my man at all

Long as you just give me your friends

While you're drinking on a mother

Let's be friends

You ain't gotta be my man at all

Long as you just give me your friends

While you're drinking on a mother

Let's be friends

I met you and I stuttered in passion

Though slightly blinded but I just had what's hard to keep

Niggas in my pants every time you pass

Got me checking for you hardcore, staring and watching

Me and you, one on one, picture countless options

Was it prophecy? Clear as day, pussy on top of me

I'll be psychotic with possessed bodies

Far from a crush, I want to fuck with you and touch

Everything I see, from my head to my knees

Now you got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine

Since the skinny freaking nigga like she stole my mind

Back in time I recall how shit used to be

I guess money and fame made you used to me

What's up in '96, fine tricks in drag

Trey tell that bitch you can kiss my ass

Back to you, my prince and caramel queen

Got my hands on your thighs now let me abuse

Let's be friends

You ain't gotta be my man at all

Long as you just give me your friends

While you're drinking on a mother

Let's be friends

You ain't gotta be my man at all

Long as you just give me your friends

While you're drinking on a mother

Let's be friends

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tits

I got her ready for a booty call, I'll stick with you

Was it me or the fame? My dick in the game

But I scream Westside when I'm here

Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious

Got a weak spot for pretty bustas

Up and down, similar to switches

My movement, baby let your back do it

Make you do it, in and out, always 'round when a nigga do it

You got me high, let me fuck inside

I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride

Rob me, and my top notch

Fuck a player hate freaking cause they on the block

You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?

Rather see a nigga in prison, why you changed?

Made a living out of cussing even when it comes real

My bad seed turned good in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizing seeing you naked

It's the love song so check my record

Let's be friends

Where my nigga at? Show me where my nigga at

Where my nigga at?

Let's be friends

You ain't gotta be my man at all

Long as you just give me your friends

While you're drinking on a mother

Let's be friends

You ain't gotta be my man at all

Long as you just give me your friends

While you're drinking on a mother

Let's be friends

Make money, take money

Make money, take money

Make money, take money

Make money, take money

Make money, take money

Make money, take money