Rich The Kid - Dead Friends lyrics

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Rich The Kid - Dead Friends lyrics

[Intro] You lil' n***as, man (you lil' n***as is little) Know what i'm sayin' Big bosses big, big boss, CEO sh** You know what I'm sayin'? Take yo hoe and some more sh**, you dig? Pour a four, sh** Mustard on the beat, ho [Chorus] You little n***as (little n***as) My check bigger (check bigger) Can't flex, n***a (flex) Can't bet witcha (huh) Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherf** the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) All them dead friends (dead) You a middleman (what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My b**h from 'cross the water (b**h) Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich) [Verse 1] Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie I don't care if you cry, let them p**y n***as die Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric CEO status (huh), all my n***as savage (what) You n***as'll change for fame (fame) It's a sad game (sad game) This the fast lane (skrrt) Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle It's the Lamb, yeah What you been sayin', yeah? (What you been sayin', yeah?) Ooh, it's the game, yeah (gang) Yeah them chopsticks no lil' sh** (grra) You could get your wig split (your wig split) Couple mil on that deal, n***a (deal, n***a) I'm a boss, my whole team countin' still, n***a (rich) [Chorus] You little n***as (little n***as) My check bigger (check bigger) Can't flex, n***a (flex) Can't bet witcha (huh) Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherf** the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) All them dead friends (dead) You a middleman (what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My b**h from 'cross the water (b**h) Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich) [Verse 2] Pull up with the drama (drama) Better be movin' proper (what) Better use a yoppa (grra) We ain't playin' fair, you a teddy bear (teddy) My wrist too cold with Moncler Talkin' the trap but you not there On the bullsh** (bullsh**), that pullin' up quick (quick) Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks) That's that tragic sh** (tragic sh**) I got the baddest b**h (baddest) Yeah, yeah (yah) Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli) Drippin' in Chanel, that's a bar, yeah (that's a bar) Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star) I got too much ice (ice) I got (I got) Too many broads, too much paper, right (rich) [Chorus] You little n***as (little n***as), my check bigger (check bigger) Can't flex, n***a (flex), can't bet witcha (huh) Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherf** the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My b**h from 'cross the water (b**h) Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

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