Dead Friends* lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]
Lil' n*ggas man
You lil' n*ggas
Big bosses, big
Big boss, CEO sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'?
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You lil' n*ggas, my check bigger
Can't flex n*gga, can't bet witcha
Teach you how to be a boss, top dropped off
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault
All them dead friends, you a middle man
You a little man
Your money getting shorter
My b*tch from cross the water
Teach you how to count

[Verse 1]
Shove my pride to the side, I could never lie
I don't care if you cry, let them pus*y n*ggas die
Bentley matte black, different kind of fabric
CEO status, all my n*ggas savage
You n*ggas'll change for fame
[?]
This the fast lane
Dump my money with the shovel, I could bet a bundle

[Chorus]
You lil' n*ggas, my check bigger
Can't flex n*gga, can't bet witcha
Teach you how to be a boss, top dropped off
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault
All them dead friends, you a middle man
You a little man
Your money getting shorter
My b*tch from cross the water
Teach you how to count

[Verse 2]

[Chorus]
You lil' n*ggas, my check bigger
Can't flex n*gga, can't bet witcha
Teach you how to be a boss, top dropped off
Motherf*ck the fame, I done came to the vault
All them dead friends, you a middle man
You a little man
Your money getting shorter
My b*tch from cross the water
Teach you how to count

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