They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy (Enemy)
They can't be my friend, no, no, he can't (808 Mafia)
Told her, "Bring a friend," she came with a ten (She came with ten)
She deserves a rack and a Chanelly bag (Chanelly bag)
Girl, you know you got that wagon tucked behind your back (Behind your back)
Rose gold for all my diamonds, see my Rollie dance (Project X)
Thought they could be my friend, no, no, he can't (No, no, no)
No, no, he can't
Yeah, like what? Price went up again (Goddamn)
Bitches think I'm movin' friendly, but no, we ain't friends
I seen a whole lot of hands, I don't got got no bands 'cause I was broke and then you see
Where was you bitches when it came to me, me? Wow, wow (Uh-huh)
Been on her knees, now she gotta bounce (Uh-huh)
Shawty is my child, that shit ain't a lie, woah (Uh-huh)
Can't say what these niggas do for clout, it's crazy
Get your mans down (Down)
Everything changed (Uh-huh)
Van Cleef for the ring (Okay), I make cash just to sing (Yeah, yeah)
I could have everything, uh, but I make it for the team, yeah
They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy, uh (My enemy)
They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy, uh (They gon' be my enemy)
They can't be my friend, no, no, you can't (Yeah, yeah)
They can't be my friend, no, no, you can't (Yeah, yeah)
They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy, uh (My enemy)
They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy, uh (Be my enemy)
They can't be my friend, no, no, you can't (Yeah, yeah)
They can't be my friend, no, no, you can't (Yeah, yeah)
I was watchin' DVDs, no cable (No cable)
I told, "Ayy, bro, go make me some paper" (Told a bro)
You play games that I don't wanna play too (Wanna play)
Been fucked over, hold me up closer (Yeah)
Used to wanna be the kid with the waves, now I got all the motion
In Atlanta, chillin' with the gang, order lobster, shrimp, and mimosas
I was fuckin' her, my bro wanted some', I passed it to him for the culture (For culture)
Keep a heater 'cause they keep a heater, guess we shootin' 'til the clip is over
Took a trip to Miami with the guys, bad bitches like Ibiza
Throwin' ones in Booby Trap, baby, run it back, baby, like it's Fifa (For real)
Told her, "Baby, hold the Visa" (Yeah)
You could hold the keys like Alicia ('Licia)
I ain't holdin' nothin' back, think I found a stripper, I want me to keep her, uh
They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy, uh (My enemy)
They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy, uh (They gon' be my enemy)
They can't be my friend, no, no, you can't (Yeah, yeah)
They can't be my friend, no, no, you can't (Yeah, yeah)
They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy, uh (My enemy)
They can't be my friend so they gon' be my enemy, uh (Be my enemy)
They can't be my friend, no, no, you can't (Yeah, yeah)
They can't be my friend, no, no, you can't (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ooh-ooh
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