Homies

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah Like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag, yeah My dawg just dropped this shit off Said today was a good day at the trap, yeah You know what I'm sayin'? (COUPE) [Verse 1] Fly high, that's no lie Yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin' Gotta get this money and you know ain't no stallin' Know I'm in the trap, I'm a real trap-a-holic I'ma get this money, yeah, whatever you call it And I got shooters, they poppin' Get a nigga money, know them niggas feelin' cocky I'm a big dawg so you know I'm extra cocky Too much money on me, baby, know my pockets sloppy I don't listen to no stop sign, who the fuck gon' stop me? You know how we rock, you know how we rockin' Paradise East got that bitch poppin' 4L Gang the only gang that I'm in You know that's my dawg, that's my dawg, that's my twin Time for the smoke, pull up, nigga, I'm hoppin' in Same shit been goin' on ever since we was kids Shit so rock solid, hope my niggas don't forget Ever since I got that money, niggas changed on me Not my same homies I'm out here feelin' lonely These bitch niggas my homies? Well why they hatin' on me? Damn, man, I see it on him, he didn't really want me To have it on me, keep it on me, it stay on me Pockets stuffed so a nigga not lonely Money, that's my friend (Okay) All I need is Benjamin when it come at the end, yeah [Chorus] Same niggas I growed up with, man, these niggas switched on me Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain't homies Nigga bitched on me, I know they switched on me Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie Real shit, homie, you're not my homie Better keep it on you when I see you, homie [Verse 2] I cannot believe what they think of me This shit sound crazy what they say 'bout me This shit ain't safe for these niggas to me You know you switched two sides, know you got to die I don't wanna see your mama cry, but I lied Know I let them bullets straight fly Blowin' up your block, soundin' like Fourth of July My New Years resolution make sure that you niggas die Let money fly, fallin' out the sky Bullets rainin' on your block for a whole hour Taste like some old food, yeah, this shit sour I send you nothin' but flowers No crown, that's no coward, gon' be dead in a hour Send them threats, know I send 'em back Shooters comin' for that money, know they got to kill a man Out for this money, he don't want nothin' but these rubber bands Told him he gotta spin him with the Draco, nigga do it fast Do that fast, do him bad [Chorus] Same niggas I growed up with, man, these niggas switched on me Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie Man, these niggas fold up under pressure, they ain't homies Nigga bitched on me, I know they switched on me Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie Real shit, homie, you're not my homie Better keep it on you when I see you, homie [Outro] Hmm, that's the end of that shit