"She Got A Friend" lyrics
DJ Holiday & Gucci Mane Lyrics
(feat. Juelz Santana)
Take it, FATBOI
[Gucci Mane:]
She got a friend, she got a friend
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in
911 emergency, drop top Benz is burgundy
Your girl have just been stolen from you, call that shit a burglary
Hard top Lambo' earlier, drop to Beamer later, though
Chevy 'Vette with stupid feet, got your wifey buckin', see
Stupid crib, it's stupid big, Gucci Mane, that's how I live
So Icey is what I am, but he is not who he say he is
Think a minute, baby, I get money every single minute
Even when I'm sleepin', money climbin', creepin', makin' entrance
Said she got a boyfriend, but he ain't the kid tho
Neck cold, wrist cold, diamonds in my earlobe
Don P for breakfast, Rozay for lunch
Cristal for dinner, appetizer, thirty blunts
She got a friend, she got a friend
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in
[Juelz Santana:]
That's how I'm on it, hatin', I don't condone it
I don't want to keep your girl, I just borrowed her for a moment
Bitch, tell your man I'll blam him with this damn hammer
Fly, Soulja Boy, Gucci bandana Santana
I'm not attached to that, you can have her back
But after this, she probably don't want go back to that
Splashy flashy, I'm ballin' like a athlete
Belly phantom Corvette, that just get them all wet
All white flee of cars, lookin' so classy
Comin' through lookin' like I just got married
Black, white, all races, I just like 'em nasty
She's Indian? Ok, well, I fuck her like an Apache
[Gucci Mane:]
She got a friend, she got a friend
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in
[Gucci Mane:]
She got a friend, she got a friend
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in
911 emergency, drop top Benz is burgundy
Your girl have just been stolen from you, call that shit a burglary
Hard top Lambo' earlier, drop to Beamer later, though
Chevy 'Vette with stupid feet, got your wifey buckin', see
Stupid crib, it's stupid big, Gucci Mane, that's how I live
So Icey is what I am, but he is not who he say he is
Think a minute, baby, I get money every single minute
Even when I'm sleepin', money climbin', creepin', makin' entrance
Said she got a boyfriend, but he ain't the kid tho
Neck cold, wrist cold, diamonds in my earlobe
Don P for breakfast, Rozay for lunch
Cristal for dinner, appetizer, thirty blunts
She got a friend, she got a friend
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in
[Juelz Santana:]
That's how I'm on it, hatin', I don't condone it
I don't want to keep your girl, I just borrowed her for a moment
Bitch, tell your man I'll blam him with this damn hammer
Fly, Soulja Boy, Gucci bandana Santana
I'm not attached to that, you can have her back
But after this, she probably don't want go back to that
Splashy flashy, I'm ballin' like a athlete
Belly phantom Corvette, that just get them all wet
All white flee of cars, lookin' so classy
Comin' through lookin' like I just got married
Black, white, all races, I just like 'em nasty
She's Indian? Ok, well, I fuck her like an Apache
[Gucci Mane:]
She got a friend, she got a friend
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in, babygirl, get in
He ain't who he say he is, he ain't who he say he is
I can be your friend, I can be your friend
Ride in my Mercedes-Benz, you could be my lady friend
Babygirl, get in
