Music Video
Lil Baby - No Friends ft. Rylo Rodriguez (Official Audio)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Rylo Rodriguez
Vocals
Quay Global
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Rosser
Songwriter
Ryan Adams
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quay Global
Producer
Princston “Perfect Harmony” Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cook that shit up, Quay
[Verse 2]
I come from a different type of cloth
Than these ****
I'm gonna buy a different type of car
Than these ****
Ain't gon' fuck on none of these lil' bitches, baby
I gotta switch it up man, I gotta move different
I'm a boss ****, yeah
Show them youngins how to level up
Four Season hotel, sixty levels up
But I'm a resident
If you gon' do the crime, go hard
Don't leave no evidence
I got 'em all on my wave
'Cause it's evident
But where was y'all when I was lost
Ain't know where to go?
She think I'm fly, she like my pimpin'
But I can't save no ho
You only get one chance to cross me
Then it's, "Say no more"
I gotta tell 'em go
[Verse 3]
I ain't hit you baby mama
Hit her with the curve ball
I ain't hit you baby mama
Hit her with the curve ball
And I'm still the same young hitter
Used to serve y'all
Don't ever get it twisted
My youngins really flip shit
[Verse 4]
My youngins really flip shit
Don't ever get it twisted
'Cause I really flip shit
[Chorus]
I don't need no friends
I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
She listen to her friends
They wanna get in
She don't understand that they'll slob on me
If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up
I'ma keep on scribin'
Heard they lookin' for me
I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
It don't matter if I'm frownin'
'Cause my mama smilin'
Had a family, went legit
Ain't no more public housin'
I gotta stay from 'round them
[Verse 5]
I gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet
Youngins ain't on Instagram
But they still want a 'blue check'
If 12 go grab one more of my dogs
I'ma sue the vet
I thought they all wanna see me ball
They'd rather go hide the nets
All these pointers in my watch
But my Rolex ain't tellin'
Know the drank the devil
But when I'm on it, feel like I'm in heaven
In the hood shootin' dice
Ask what it playin', we told 'em, "7"
Used to go to church
Till I seen MC serve the reverend
[Verse 6]
Pockets gettin' biggie, no Smalls, Faith Evans
Don't know why she don't wanna fuck
When I ain't wearin' my necklace
They ain't picture me like this
So, I sent all of 'em selfies
Pray you don't get caught in the mix
'Cause when we slide, it's deadly
I'ma pay her for that pussy
I won't lie, they petty
$900 on jeans, we came from wearin' Moschino
When that paper comin' in
It'll drive you senile
It'll drive you crazy
Pray you take these lying hoes back
Or they all faded
[Chorus]
I don't need no friends
I just wanna win
I got this new Benz
And it's all I need
She listen to her friends
They wanna get in
She don't understand that they'll slob on me
If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up
I'ma keep on scribin'
Heard they lookin' for me
I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
It don't matter if I'm frownin'
'Cause my mama smilin'
Had a family, went legit
Ain't no more public housin'
I gotta stay from 'round it
Written by: Chris Rosser, Dominique' Jones, Ryan Adams
