Best Friend
Nizzle Man, Busta Rhymes
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I got a pocket full of money, she my best friend
Ain't no secret, I be fucking on your best friend
We only FaceTime, ain't no texting
And I ain't try to be your man, bitch, I'm your blessing
She gave me all her neck, call her necklace
I ain't stressin', fuck her raw, and I ain't test it
Have a baby by me, baby, be a bad bitch
Loui logo on the carriage
Ain't thinkin' marriage
Since a jit, I had to whip it
Bendin' back blocks, jumpin' neighbor's fences
Cause her pops comin' home and I can't get caught
If I don't make it out this room, I don't make it to court
I got a pocket full of money, she my best friend
Ain't no secret, I be fuckin' on your best friend
We only FaceTime, ain't no Texting
And I ain't tryna be your man, bitch, I'm your blessing
She gave ma all her neck, call her necklace
I ain't stressin'
I hit it raw I'm so reckless
She say she want love and affection
Fuck niggas getting money her best Friend
I got a pocket full of money she my best Friend
Loving on each other revving up the engine
She repped the guard impeccably, not did I mention
That we pedestal mine with the crown when in my section
No way for shorty to deny the connection
She pulled up to the Prezi with luggage, now tip the bellman
And how she repping something, you ain't got a question
When we outside, we garnish up all the attention
Yeah, just to clarify any misconception
We align in every energy, space, or dimension
She fucked me for hours to release all of my tension
Homie, when she pull up, she will flatline your collection
I got a pocket full of money, she my best friend
Ain't no secret, I be fucking on your best friend
We only FaceTime, ain't no texting
And I ain't trying to be your man, bitch, I'm your blessing