Travis Scott - Friends With Money Lyrics

[Intro]
D-D-D-Do that

[Chorus: Drake]
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let you pick what to do
And then we do it!
(Young paid nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it!
(Young paid nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let you pick what to do
And then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we ca-

[Verse 1: Jason Eric & Drake]
If I blew by, best believe, she was tooken
I got money and my bitches got it too
Try to find me in the upstairs swimming pool
If you wanna join, baby, you know what to do
Class in session with the classmates, you know what we blew
It was something blue, um, it was so damn cool
I'm so cool, that's because my pink coat made of wool
Damn, I swear I'm just killing them
Time to square them off in these Space Jams
I jam, with a .5 on the scan
Ahoy there matey, can you tell me where we land?
In the city, on the kush and the beautiful women
If I blew by, best believe she was tooken
She just want the cash, she don't care if you good lookin'
She just wanna shop in Paris then show it off in Brooklyn
She hear the classmates, she wanna book 'em
But, um, get how many stacks that it took 'em? (Damn)
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let you pick what to do
And then we do it!
(Young paid nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it!
(Young paid nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let you pick what to do
And then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do that! (Jet plane)
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Drake]
(Uh) Jet plane, ugh, jet lag
Helicopter, monster truck, I'm a straight ass
Getting mad butt, turning dyke straight sash
Shooting the percs in this molly 'cause she bend it
Straight ass
Then once again, I'm pissed at Mr. Ben
'Cause he never let me in when it come to countin' M
And to the Molly Twins, thanks for bringing friends
I like the way she spit, I'm on Mr. Jimmy Jim
So did it, I'm Donald Trump, thanks for doing lunch
So pleased to put our name on your glassed store-front
I'm fuc-king in the buck, that's the tour fuck
I'll eat me a cuisine, serve pasta for lunch
I'm falling out much, the pants off the cut
So [?], it's why I don't give a buck
I drop the four in the twenty, call it coping cups
Quack-ka rat pat, put the cheese in the tux (Damn)
[Chorus: Drake]
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let you pick what to do
And then we do it!
(Young paid nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do it!
(Young paid nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let you pick what to do
And then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we can do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money, money)