YDL Fadeo - I D O N T W A N T N O F R I E N D S I W A N T C O M M A S

Yeah, I said this shit isn't easy Runnin' up this Money even though you don't
Believe me
Always in the studio, that's why you wanna
Be me
Always cookin' up, so ain't no way that you
Could beat me
Why they hatin', I'm just tryna run up the
Paper
Don't worry about it now, baby, I'm tellin
You later
I just pulled up, I asked my bro to do me
A favor
These people don't know what I'm on, cuz Lowkey I'm braver
I said that wasn't a lie
Don't worry about me, I'm just fine
Why this shit get so damn hard
Regardless always going far
I hope one day I'm on the charts
Can't let a dumb bitch break my heart
I'm all alone, still in the dark
She said she love me, I'm like bitch don't even Start
Yeah, that's how I am Runnin' up this money, Keep that shit up in my hands
I said why they tryna talk to me, I can't
Give them a chance
All these commas, run it up, i'm counting up These bands
I don't want no friends, I want commas
Can we put an end to all the drama?
She don't want off white , she want some Prada
And the cash is what I got a lot of

Written by:
Alex Ware

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