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• Artiste: Caskey
• Titre: Less Friends More Victory
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Countin' money by the hunnids Park the lamborghini at the summit Either way it flip, we could run it Never started none of this shit, I just gave 'em what they wanted I keep cuttin' folks up out the circle, I can't trust nobody, aw Four-five on the waist in case I really have to touch somebody Okay, the dash is digital I let the money talk, so the brags are minimal I spend it all the second it comes, and I still I have residuals Played the fool 'cause they see the tats and cannot get past the visuals But I'm a bad individual, I say the word and this shit gettin' critical And I hustle for mine, I don't pity the pitiful They was elated picturin' my downfall, now I'm leavin' 'em cynical I'm on the upswing from the top floor, I expand my peripheral And I came from the mud with the dirt on my fingers and servin' the minerals Wasn't no one comin' to save me, I had to get mine Feds come to my crib, I never 6ix9ine I never let 'em back in the circle, second they switch sides Came under Stunna, so I do it big time Countin' money by the hunnids Park the lamborghini at the summit Either way it flip, we could run it Never started none of this shit, I just gave 'em what they wanted Cut ya out the circle, that's what you wanted Left you for the dot, that's how you wanted I'm up in the sky, that's where I wanted Countin' too much fuckin' money Okay, me and my shawty, we lit up and we don't need nobody I got the base in the trunk of the car and I serve up the city like Yo Gotti These are Air Force 1s on me, not foamposites, kick back on the chopper, no karate Had to get my aim right when I was in the streets, had no deposits Now it's just big deposits, I'ma need sixty wallets I'ma need less friends, mo' money talk, dog, it's erotic Put the clothes on the couch 'cause we put so many guns in the closet You don't wanna hear it sing, I pull it out and it get melodic Feelin' like Rocky, put on the weight, got stocky My check too cocky, bike ride, no kawasaki Speakers still knockin', shout out to Speaker Knockerz Cops pull up at the trap in plain clothes like secret shoppers Countin' money by the hunnids Park the lamborghini at the summit Either way it flip, we could run it Never started none of this shit, I just gave 'em what they wanted Cut ya out the circle, that's what you wanted Left you for the dot, that's how you wanted I'm up in the sky, that's where I wanted Countin' too much fuckin' money