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letra de make money not friends - ysn flow

[intro]
l462, gang
(k!ll that beat, cam)

[verse 1]
they don’t know you, they tryna throw you under a mission
sippin’ codeine, i love to see it bubble
if i spin, just know i made back double
keep a bankroll on me, that’s why b-tches love me
my n-ggas clutchin’, that’s why they ain’t touch them
my n-ggas with it, that’s why they bussin’
heart of a lion, pops told me, “you gotta fight”
that’s what it’s like on the jungle
but this what it’s like when you up, b-tch, you gotta clutch
’cause f-ck n-ggas tryna run up
i had [?] on the [?], down in the mud
’cause everybody tryna come up
baby girl know i’m a thug but she fell in love
and my love f-ckin’ her up
she know i don’t want no hugs, i want me some drugs
i just pour a line on my cup
new b-tches, all in my dm’s so if my b-tch lеaves
it’s okay, i been linin’ them up
i got some siblings, i don’t gеt to seein’ ’em
they stuck in the struggle, i gotta come up
f-ckin’ on his bm, now lil’ n-gga pump
like he seein’ my top shotta boxin’ him up
that boy a b-tch, i can’t be him
he flexin’ that sh-t but that f-ck boy ain’t poppin’ it up
[chorus]
if we spin down his block, leave it red
hundred shottas, hundred glocks, b-tch, we poppin’ his head
we ain’t gon’ talk to the feds, n-ggas know snitches get stitches
that sh-t been a [?], i can’t let her get in my head
she tryna f-ck up my grind, i’m just tryna f-ck up her bed
‘member they left me for dead
that’s why i’m tryna make money, not tryna make friends

[verse 2]
i want the sack ’cause i never had it
we was all playin’ sports, we ain’t think about pateks
put the push start in sport, b-tch, you know dash it
livin’ fast, momma prayin’ that i ain’t crash it
fifty drum, lemon squeeze like a automatic
when you never had nothin’ you learn to stack it
used to walk in the school with it in my jacket
’cause i know i got oppositions, i ain’t lackin’
catch his ass walkin’ home from school, we walk him down
d.o.a., [?]
i can’t name a n-gga i gave a f-ck about
i got no love, let me get you the around and around
momma ain’t havin’ no job, they ain’t give me no call
now they all call ’cause i ball
young n-gga and i feel like i been through the most
but no, i ain’t been through it all
[chorus]
if we spin down his block, leave it red
hundred shottas, hundred glocks, b-tch, we poppin’ his head
we ain’t gon’ talk to the feds, n-ggas know snitches get stitches
that sh-t been a [?], i can’t let her get in my head
she tryna f-ck up my grind, i’m just tryna f-ck up her bed
‘member they left me for dead
that’s why i’m tryna make money, not tryna make friends

- ysn flow

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