Rich Friends

[Intro: Fendi P]
Yeah, it's a good shirt
I like how it fit
It's worth it, fuck it, uh

[Verse 1: Fendi P]
Five-hundred thirty-thousand dollar shirt, sellin' work (Work)
Rollin' gas (Gas), big blunt like a 'Wood full of Purps (It's full of Purps)
Whip it 'til it hurt, it disappear on the first (On the first, yeah)
Selling crystal meth, all my customers look like Joe Dirt (They do)
Always countin' money, twenties, fifties, hundreds (Gettin' blunted)
As much as I do all this finessin', ain't not you doing this for nothin' (For nothing)
I just wanna ride foreign (Yeah), what you tryna do, I done it (I done it)
And your bitch all on my dick 'cause, nigga, you ain't got no money (You ain't got no money)

[Chorus: Fendi P & Wiz Khalifa]
I got big money (Big money), rich friends (Rich friends)
Bad bitches (Bad bitches), lit friends (Lit friends)
Talkin' big money (Big money), rich friеnds (Rich friends)
Hella bad bitches (Bad bitchеs), lit friends (Lit friends, yup, yup)

[Post-Chorus: Fendi P]
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
Hella bad bitches (Okay), lit friends (Lit friends)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I could never take a loss, I don't set the matchup
Or stick out my neck to lose the crown, Taylor Gang my backup
I'm on kush and I'm on alcohol (Uh, yeah)
My diamonds flawless and I ain't gotta call
My bitches, they fall in line
Rolling papers all the time (Uh, uh), damn, she fine
Ass look good, hair long, tatted on her spine is "Taylor Gang"
Doing donuts in the whip, she say that I'm her favorite gangster
Can't see you, got too much kush smoke in the way

[Chorus: Fendi P & Wiz Khalifa]
I got big money (Big money), rich friends (Rich friends)
Bad bitches (Yeah), lit friends (Jet Life)
Talkin' big money (What up, P?), rich friends (Rich friends)
Hella bad bitches (Bad bitches), lit friends (Lit friends, yup, yup)

[Post-Chorus: Fendi P]
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
Hella bad bitches, lit friends

[Verse 3: Fendi P]
I was grindin' with my partner, we was bustin' down the profit
I was booty clubbin', real pretty girl, pussy poppin' (Pussy poppin')
I was stretchin' every dollar, I was '96 Impala (I was '96 Impala)
I was Woah Kemosabe, twenty-four inch Yokohama
Bitch, it's Jet Life to the next life, with this K, I get the Act' right (The Act' right)
Taxin', but it's sad, right? (It's sad, right?)
You know this that pack, right? (That pack)
So much gold, pure white (Pure white)
Hella pay, that's right (That's right)
How I'm Fendi, AKA too many chains, that's right (Too many, that's right)

[Chorus: Fendi P]
I got big money (Big money), rich friends (Rich friends)
Bad bitches (Bad bitches), lit friends (Lit friends)
Talkin' big money (Big money), rich friends (Rich friends)
Hella bad bitches (Bad bitches), lit friends (Lit friends, yup, yup)

[Post-Chorus: Fendi P]
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
I got big money (Big money), talkin' big money, money, ho (Money, ho)
Hella bad bitches, lit friends

[Outro]
I was fuckin' with this nigga P in Atlanta one time, man
We walk up in the building
The nigga stretch us out at the door like, "Nigga, where your ID at?"
"Nigga, where y'all shit at? Let me see what y'all got going on"
Shit, this nigga P went from the coolest nigga to The Enforcer in two seconds
Talkin' to this nigga so bad
The nigga adjusted his tie and sat back down
And said, "Y'all alright, write your name down"
I said, "Man, this nigga P got a way with these niggas in here"
I said it right there, I said, "Man, that's the Art Of Finessin 2"