Jimmy Kran - Friends Lyrics

I be stuck inside my mind, smoking weed to pass time
I got shorties on my line because they fuck with my vibe
I got money in the bank, and I'm really tryna spend
Got a bitch in my ends, she a 10 outa 10
Know some friends who smoke dope, know some friends who do coke
Know some friends who don't talk because they mad about they life
I ain't tryna find no wife, I'm just tryna lay the pipe
Told lil shorty come through, let me show you what it's like

Friends come and go every season
I got shorties on my line for the weekend
She say she love it when I'm sing like I'm The Weeknd
I told lil shorty throw it back let me see it
I'm just tryna get this money with my brothers
Got me scheming got me creeping for the numbers
Yeah lil shorty really bad but I don't love her
Told lil shorty fall back we ain't no lovers
Go nuts, I don't give a fuck
I don't switch up, keep it on me tucked, you a bust
You a fake fuck, you don't want no smoke, you a joke, you just love to gloat
Got a voice I ain't got a choice, Ima let it show
Yeah, I'm smokin by the oh-oh-oooo
Yeah I pick up my phone
I say yeah I gotta get this dough

I be stuck inside my mind, smoking weed to pass time
I got shorties on my line because they fuck with my vibe
I got money in the bank, and I'm really tryna spend
Got a bitch in my ends, she a 10 outa 10
Know some friends who smoke dope, know some friends who do coke
Know some friends who don't talk because they mad about they life
I ain't tryna find no wife, I'm just tryna lay the pipe
Told lil shorty come through, let me show you what it's like

Roll up my weed and sit back, that's that
I been feeling low gotta get me high to bounce back
That's that, that's a fact
I do numbers like it's math
I run shit just like it's track
Had to go get me a bag
Now I'm coolin with my brothers we just sit back and we laugh
Like how the fuck we came up we was really down
I remember Presidential we was running from security
I dropped the bottle took my dollars we was really enemies
Come and go I make her sad I wonder why she's into me
Blood and water which is thicker? lately I can't feel a thing
New York like last year, you were chillin under my covers
Look at you but don't look back stop acting like we ain't lovers
Hit me up you so paranoid don't worry no I didn't fuck her
Tell me why it doesn't feel right fuck you in the summer
Trust issues since I was little my father was a hustler
One day we might come back be good enough for each other