Dj Clue - Rich Friday

[Intro]

Turn Up Team

Rich Friday, Hendrix

You feel me

Every thing lead back to that money

Free bands, yeah

[Hook: Future]

Walking downtown with a fat booty freak

You get a ring, so they don't visit your door

I got like 20 G's on me

Designer from my head to the floor

These niggas ain't seeing me

These niggas think they wanna be me

But they know that they can't

I got worldwide streets status

Affiliated with the gangstas and killers

Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas

And I'm down for my niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rich Friday

[Verse 1: Future]

What what, shout out to all my niggas killin' it

Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin' it

Flyest nigga on the earth I live in the shook

Top a nigga off and go get you some Giuseppe's

These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder

The feds stash that nigga up and he out, dog, he working

That yola all in my bloodline

Still give me that money

They come through and they bang, bang

On you like the screen 300

Codeine all in my stomach, big face, that Rollie

Eating on that good Jamaican with a nigga twistin' that Dodie

Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas

Nigga claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies

[Hook: Future]

Walking downtown with a fat booty freak

You get a ring, so they don't visit your door

I got like 20 G's on me

Designer from my head to the floor

These niggas ain't seeing me

These niggas think they wanna be me

But they know that they can't

I got worldwide streets status

Affiliated with the gangstas and killers

Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas

And I'm down for my niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rich Friday

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Shout out to them bitches trying to be me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch I'm poppin' bottles, Dream of Jeannie

Flyest bitch on the planet, live in a castle

Niggas love me, my little waist, my ass colossal

These old bitches, I fuck with get money

That Atlanta, that Texas, that Alabama, Montgomery

He ain't fuckin' no dummy

Bitches be fuckin' to get that money

They pack, packin' that gunny

Nigga you talk shit and get done-y

I tiger dial that Rollie

Got that Angelina, that Jolie

I'm plain Jane and no ice in it

So ain't no need, for that goldie

My jet prolly say Boeing

Bitches be broke, claimin' they hoeing

This jacket here cost ten thousand

That tag on it say Balmain

[Hook: Future]

Walking downtown with a fat booty freak

You get a ring, so they don't visit your door

I got like 20 G's on me

Designer from my head to the floor

These niggas ain't seeing me

These niggas think they wanna be me

But they know that they can't

I got worldwide streets status

Affiliated with the gangstas and killers

Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas

And I'm down for my niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rich Friday

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

40 grand for the sky dweller

Four grand on the Margiela's

44, I'm a pawn fella

Bad bitches, four at a time nigga

Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and smoke

Fuck my lady, kiss my babies, Daddy gotta go

Semi-automatic, ready for the show

Clique full of killers, that's my band, we all rock and roll

Drum roll for these niggas please

We shopping for bodies, killing sprees

We be in the club spending niggas rent

We be buying cars that these niggas rent

Fuck niggas couldn't see me if I had no tint

Superman that hoe, Clark Kent

You talk shit but don't do shit

I'm always on some new shit

Got your bitch [?]

Them feds trackin' my movement

[Hook: Future]

Walking downtown with a fat booty freak

You get a ring, so they don't visit your door

I got like 20 G's on me

Designer from my head to the floor

These niggas ain't seeing me

These niggas think they wanna be me

But they know that they can't

I got worldwide streets status

Affiliated with the gangstas and killers

Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas

And I'm down for my niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rich Friday

[Verse 4: French Montana]

It's Friday, it's Friday

Two million dollars in that driveway

I need more money A$AP Rocky

Street sweeper, get the floor moppin'

I done started with a bank roll

Whippin' salt harder than tank door

Smoking killer, I am with a killer

Pull up to the dealer looking like a dealer

In the drop top strapped, worth 50 bag

Now he off the wall, million coffee pack

I've seen dreams turned to 25 to life

Mike had 25 a night

And them shoes Alejandro

Shawtie bust it open for a hundo

[Hook: Future]

Walking downtown with a fat booty freak

You get a ring, so they don't visit your door

I got like 20 G's on me

Designer from my head to the floor

These niggas ain't seeing me

These niggas think they wanna be me

But they know that they can't

I got worldwide streets status

Affiliated with the gangstas and killers

Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas

And I'm down for my niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rich Friday

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Rich Friday