GoldLink - Got Friends (Feat. Miguel) [MV]

She said...

All of my bitches got friends, yeah

All of my bitches got friends

And they bad, they bad, so we good

It's enough for the clique, word

All of my bitches got friends

You don't need to pick, nah

All of my bitches got friends

Look, I ain't really gotta rap about it, I just talk about it 'cause I live it now

So let me tell you 'bout this PYT, that I seen this week, I had to take a bow

5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them light eyes

And she would make me throw it all away for a fun time and the right prize

Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer truck ask her, prolly keep my hammer tucked

The type to slide 'em down and then the panties stuck

I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it with you, get a house and a picket with you

Pop up on you at your work place, not your birthday

Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' with you

Your best friend, always comin' through with that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone

And I ain't even tryna dog you out but can you feed a nigga just a little bone?

One of you, one of me, you and me

We make three or maybe four, and just two more just to even score

Step to her, had to play chess, had to hit her with the full press

Then I told her I'd do anything just to chat with her for a quick sec'

Let it sit, let it process, then she went and said, "Sure, yes"

Whispered in her ear and told her, "Baby I want less drama and more sex," but

She said...

All of my bitches got friends, yeah

All of my bitches got friends

And they bad, they bad, so we good

It's enough for the clique, word

All of my bitches got friends

You don't need to pick, nah

All of my bitches got friends

Look, all of my women got friends, most of 'em like with a blend

And most of 'em off in the ends and they don't care who they offend

Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the neck down, she was super crazy

Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would fight alot and she a '90s baby

Complain about me, always on the road and talk to other women and she wanted babies

Had to shake it like a common cold, then I had a show and then I saw you, baby

Then I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back with no indication

Now I'm flyin' to you, takin' you across the world to see a couple different faces

Hood nigga dreams, fuck like movie scenes

Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem

Heard you left to visit cuz and 'em, reconnectin' with your mom and 'em

Now you want me to fly to Sweden after, fly you to the Motherland

You was mine and I am yours and you still mine when I go on tour

I ain't really tryna play no games, I can win the battle, you can win the war

I'm just tryna fuck and love you either on the bed and we can take it to the floor

Crazy how this all started out 'cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore

She said...

All of my bitches got friends, yeah

All of my bitches got friends

And they bad, they bad, so we good

It's enough for the clique, word

All of my bitches got friends

You don't need to pick, nah

All of my bitches got friends

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up

Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up

If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up

Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up