Willie The Kid ft Cory Gunz – Friends and Money Lyrics

Friends and Money Lyrics by Willie The Kid ft Cory Gunz

*Intro*

This is the way we both wanted it, wasn’t it?

[Willie The Kid]

A buckaneer with the buck knife

I rock the bucket like Para Smith, amongst life

Disparaging, when they hate to see you splurging

Amongst friends, evil lurking

Determined, to push something German, The Benz if im certain

Or something even bigger feel the jitters through the curtain

And bitches get jitty when the cars look itty bitty

The high rise let em overlook the city

Sippin popular, I thought this what we work for

But still, some niggas got delusional when shit got real

I mean its one thing to want it

A whole nother thing to find pleasure in the fact your man ain’t got enough to flaunt it

i want it for my brother like I want it for my own

Every man for himself, show him D but cant condone

All the fake shit, undermine the hatred

I guess I’m just too real, uprooted the basics

When both of ya’ll broke it’s cool

And if ya men get some money best believe its even cooler

But let you get some, these niggas lose they medula

I thought this what we both wanted, but now I see how niggas on it

Friends & Money

(Chorus x2)

Fake friends real money it can never mix

Its all good till you both start stacking chips

Fake friends real money better let it miss ya

You see the real when the money come into the picture

(Cory Gunz)

Young Money,

Gunz ruling this bitch with gunz ruling this shit

Like tongues moving with lips

I told them im on my sh-sh-sh-sh

Shit hit the fan, blow the show and flip a fan

Tol em ballin ballin ballin ballin point hit the can

South BX Im out PS,

Tell em what we bout GS

3 out 3 left feet out the chest

Its obvious you count me less he out he next

These dingy niggas call it rap and shout a mess

and talk shit on the internet

Think they all could get outernet

Yes its Gunna, brothers keep a toola Young Mula

bitch still im in that reaper suit im gonna need a manula

Who are you fooling cooling doofus

Or do it toothless Im stupid as uncle rufus

his stool is stupid now mucus with music

If you compute with, just shoot a mutant

Excuse me just mute a shootant, back in the day it was abc

now im downin 1 2 3

Militia men fisher men blist ya fishes my commision ya bitch get mishing then

Hells kitchen to that miss ya and mish ya in michigan

position for rich and im finna twist my ignition in

Its dramatic dibiase he aint got no sense with him

Dark man, only willie the kid is the kin to him

Young Money Cash Money, imprinted in synnonims

Got niggas sick of them like Yo how the fuck they give him the him

Catch me on any corner store in america blendin in

I aint from it goin fuck it my plan is the benjamin, nigga

(Chorus x2)

Fake friends real money it can never mix

Its all good till you both start stacking chips

Fake friends real money better let it miss ya

You see the real when the money come into the picture

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Cory Gunz – "Know My Name" Lyrics

Know My Name by Cory Gunz

Verse 1]

What, yeah I’m on nigga run up

I’m runnin’ with the gym blade in my fitted now

Fuck around with me and get knitted down

So much green cant remember the last time I shitted brown

Thirsty niggas aint admitting they bitter sound

Now I’m hungry to show em I’m the hottest fucking kid around

Show em how it go I dont kid around

Fuck ya crew and label go get a town

And set off and spit around

YMCMB in the bee and pee on ya bean

Why and if I see em tell em I wouldnt wanna be em

Run off gun out, gun off run out

Fuck the what nigga bring the fun out

Militia gang rap for the dumb out

Try me for a come up

I bet ya niggas raps never come out

Smooth drinking swigga with a temper like a bliquor

On the itchy finger nigga bought a liquor on the victim goin

[Chorus]

Dont you know my name?

Gunz Militia Pop

Show these little niggas I’m not playing games

I’m a pro with the dot I’m a cold nigga pop

Like cash with the flames

Gunz Militia Pop

Show these little niggas I’m not playing games

[Verse 2]

What, bitch nigga you aint saying shit

I got business on the block, Amber, Wayne and Nick

If aint depending on the watch then we made em sick

I knew a witness on the watch who became a vic

Had a wife of a life then became a bitch

Most my niggas lay the bricks so they lay in bricks

Or they laying bricks

I love the south like potato grits

But I bet whatever if you say the knicks

My niggas midwest with a plate of fix

Staged up and off the dimes and they making knicks

Caught a jooks by mistake I aint mean to get em

Shit, he was the trick he ain’t need to spend em

See me in any whips bet the nina’s in em

Gimme Christinas lips put the penis in em

My closet looking like I got a cleaners in em

Ya’ll aint poppin tommy’s ya’ll are just alotta gleamers with em

[Chorus]

Dont you know my name?

Gunz Militia Pop

Show these little niggas I’m not playing games

I’m a pro with the dot I’m a cold nigga pop

Like cash with the flames

Gunz Militia Pop

Show these little niggas I’m not playing games

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Jay Sean Ft. Tyga, Busta Rhymes & Cory Gunz - YMCMB Heroes Lyrics

YMCMB Heroes Lyrics by Jay Sean Ft. Tyga, Busta Rhymes & Cory Gunz

[Tyga]

Ah.. ah… life, life, I’m living my life, life

Got a bitch with an ass so nice,

Night time taking off your tights

Have a G night, night, getting head on a flight flight

20 hour flight, I ain’t never been a hater motherf-cker I ain’t got no time

Young money like the lakers in their prime (prime prime prime)

Make money off a mother f-cking rhyme (rhyme rhyme rhyme)

T-Raw in the bitch like, with a bad bitch trying to get a ring in a prom (prom prom prom)

My swaggers is nice, word is bond she might not know my name, but she know my song

‘Really Raw’ Tyga dog, tiger blood I eat your heart out (out out out)

Lick my paws, Hannibal Lecter I’m so involved

Follow along, Jay Sean pass the patron,

We shining hard up in this motherf-cker

[Chorus]

So hit the lights, lights, lights

So hit the lights, hit the lights

Tell them all, tell them tell them hard …

So hit the lights, lights, lights

So hit the lights, hit the lights

Tell them all, tell them tell them hard …

[Jay Sean]

Baby hold it and let me holla on the remix for a moment

So watch me kick it then i’m gonna flip this script and own it

To all the haters, I made it and I be balling (yeah I be balling)

Yeah I’m the motherf-cking man and I’ma brag and im glad that your listening to every word

So you can sit and analyze and think of every curse so you can try and describe what you think of this verse

So go ahead take your time and rewind it back, it wont change…?

So many million sales they be up on plaques, on the walls in my crib as of matter a fact

(hahaha)

Yes it’s me, come all the way from overseas

Took that spot from the Black Eyed Peas

Number one billboard entry

Don’t get me started this ain’t no petty party

I’m hardly new to the game, I served my time in the army

Quarter of a billion views up on YouTube, U.K’s number one most viewed

Come out of the dark, I don’t mean to be rude

But it’s true somebody…

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]

Its Buss Rhymes baby

Back in the kitchen I’m cooking and I think you better listen

Look I hit them again, while I give it to them, a kick in the door

And I shook them again let me spit it to them, oh shit

Coming and going and I be running the show and I be knowing they knowing

And I be gunning and blowing and I be stitching and sewing up everything up in this bitch, let’s go

Everybody know that I’ma come and I’ma kill ‘em when we step up in the building

And you know that I’ma hit them, and I do it how I do it now I gotta get them, explosive

Every time I grab a microphone you know I must rep

Everybody know it ain’t a henny kill a dupstep

And I murder everything while becoming a suspect

Better hit the lights

Better know that I’ma come and I’ma run them off

You know it ain’t a secret bitch you f-cking with a boss

Bring me any bottle it don’t matter what it cost

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Yeah we got them wilding in the building right now

The king is up in here you better bring the right crown

Cause … you better turn the light now

YMCMB

Do you really think you really wanna test me

When you niggas know already who the best be

So I hang them then I cut them, I bang them then I shut them

Then i hit it up you know its only right

Then I’m gonna hit them in the front,

I Hit them in the back then I really think that people really need to see so..

[Chorus]

[Cory Gunz]

Yeah Cash Money till the end of me

We family, he’s a friend of me

Make real nigga moves, you pretending to be

Get it like Lebron give it, can you get to me

Little nigger wanna … for the pay

Baby girl dug how nigga feel the day

Thugging in public while my broads say they love it

Couple of years back had pictures on my budget

My main chick ? on her stomach

see chief posse? thug runners?

Stunna man say it other niggas get done in

My team get to it, other niggas run from it

Tune got me touring the world that one hundred

Niggas did it all, still i ain’t done nothing

Jay Sean got us in the U.K gone

Gone nigga gone hit the stage strong

Watch what you say, long as the pay long

Niggas think im a joke get hit with the trey long

Word to Wayne i bet they herd the name

So he reserved the lane for me to start to flame

Taking the boat, we don’t take the plane

Hoe girl shake it, you deserve the change

All she really want is a few furs of fame

Pop champagne, Wear the chain

Nah me and T ain’t letting them wear the chain

Unless she likes all that with her brain

Bruce Lee flow on the track, clear the frame

Hood be the niggas since Wayne and Mac Maine

Tez Slim, the don and stunna man

YMCM that will never change

Tell them other niggas behave and act sane

?..begin right here is the action

[Chorus]

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