F**k Friendz

I don't wanna be your man, bitch, you crazy?

(Oh, ho, ho, ho, live from the crazy house, fuck that)

I don't wanna be your fuckin' man, you stupid, fuckin' idiot

(You heard that shit, ****? Live from the crazy house)

(Stupid drunk ho, put that liquor down, you fuckin' outta your mind)

I don't wanna be your fuckin' man

My ghetto love song

(Set it off, set it off)

Let's be friends

(Where my **** at? Where my ****? Where my ****?)

(Throw your motherfuckin' hands up, come on)

(Let's go, let's go, let's see how you do it, throw 'em, throw 'em, throw it)

Let's be friends

(West Side in this motherfucker right here, West Side)

Approach you and post a minute

I'm in my double R, tinted, as you pass by, winkin' my eye

Freshly sent, what's the haps, baby?

Come get with me and perhaps, lady

You can help me multiply my stacks, baby

Currency seems small, I need companionship

Do with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit

So why you hesitatin', actin' like your shit don't stink?

Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink (Bling, bling)

This be a thug thing, outlaw **** with riches

Cream dreamin' motherfucker on a mash for bitches

Check my resume, sippin' on Cristal and Alize

Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way

Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit

I can't stand no sneaker wearin' nappy-haired bitch

Let my pedigree read briefly, the sole chief

Puttin' bitch made busters to sleep with no grief

Mash on my so-called comp, who the man

While I'm thuggin' on your main bitch head?

(Come here, baby, West Side)

Understand this, ain't no **** like me, fuck Jay-Z

He broke and I smoke daily (Come on, y'all)

Baby let's be friends

Let's be friends (Where my **** at? Where my **** at? Come on)

You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends

(All my ****, where my hoes at?)

Why you trickin' on them other hoes?

Let's be friends (Where the bitches at? Where the **** with money?)

(Where you at, baby?) You ain't gotta be my man at all

Long as you just bring me your friends (Cash makin' hoes)

Why you trickin' on them other hoes?

Let's be

I met you and I stuttered in passion, though slightly blinded by that ass

It was hard to keep my dick in my pants

Every time you pass got me checkin' for you hardcore

Starin' and watchin', me and you, one on one, picture countless options

(See that bitch?)

Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me

Erotic, psychotic, we're possessed by bodies

Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts and touch

Everything inside you from my head to my nuts

You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine

Just a skinny **** fuckin' like she stole my mind

Back in time, I recall how she used to be

I guess money and fame made you used to me

What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag

Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass

Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen

Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in between

As friends

Friends (West Side, motherfucker, right here)

You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends

(West Side in this motherfucker)

Why you trickin' on them other hoes?

Let's be friends (West Side in this motherfucker right here)

You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends

(In this motherfucker right here)

Why you trickin' on them other hoes?

Can you imagine me in player mode? Rush the tricks

I got 'em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch

Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?

Bet I scream West Side when I came (West Side)

Scream my name, 'cause baby, it's delicious, got a weak spot

For pretty bitches, up and down, similar to switches

My movement, baby, let your back get feelin' with

Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a **** do it

You got me high, let me come inside

I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride (Let me ride)

Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?

Fuck player hatin' **** 'cause they cock block (Cock block)

You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?

Rather see a **** up in prison, why you change?

Made a livin' out of cuss words, liquor, and weed

A bad seed turned good in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizin', seein' you naked

It's a fuck song, so check my record

And let's be friends

(Where my **** at? Show me where my **** at)

(Where my bitches at? Thug style)

Let's be friends (Where my **** at? Where my bitches at?)

(Throw your guns in the air)

Friends (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)

Let's be friends (Where my **** at? Where my bitches at?)

(You ain't gotta front with me)

(Where my **** at?)

Friends (Where my **** at? Where my bitches at?)

(Where my people at? Let's be)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at

Where my people at? Show me where my people at

All my **** now, just my ****, come

Where my **** at? Just my **** now

Be friends, tell me where my **** at

Be friends, tell me where my bitches at

Be friends, tell me where my people at

Make money, take money, be friends

Friends (Get your cash on, let's get dough)

You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends

(Come on, get your cash on)

Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Let's get dough)

Let's be friends (Come on, get your cash on, let's get paid)

You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends

(Come on, get your cash on)

Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Let's get paid)

Let's be friends

(Hey, make money, take money)

(Make money, take money)

(Make money, take money)

(Make money, take money)

(Make money, take money)