No New Friends (feat. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)
[Intro: Drake] Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming
[Hook] No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas One more time Fuck all ya'll niggas except my niggas Fuck all ya'll niggas, stay down from day one so I say (Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? Started!)
[Verse 1: Drake] Man this shit so ill that we had to restart it H-town my second home like I'm James Harden Money counter go *brrrr* when you sellin' out the Garden Four car garage, pornstar ménage Birdman go *brrrr* cause he know this shit retarded Fuck her on the floor before we make it to the bed That's what your ass really call started from the bottom, yes lord OVO Sound man I'm proud of my niggas Knew that we would make it never doubted my niggas All my bitches love me If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer then a lot of you niggas Aye that's luxury dawg, day one niggas man ya'll stuck with me dawg Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school Fuck with me dawg, yeah
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Your bitch all in my photographs, ho niggas got hate for me Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon' take from me Follow codes, study game, feed fam nigga fuck fame All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy that's my dress code All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled that's my flesh ho All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress tho Smoke good I love life, strip club like erry night Every night my same niggas, day one, straight menace (Rozay!)
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[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Ugh, I'm here with my niggas, I'm too high to be friendly They throw dirt on my name, well that's why they still dig me And I'm tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience I thank God for my homies, I wish we could trade places Bitch we good-fellas, boy all them niggas with you they just pall bearers And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast Young Money, stay young I been Cash Money since day one Tunechi
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[Outro: Future] Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck them other niggas cuz' I'm down for my niggas