[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, I stay down with my day one niggas, and we in the club screamin'...
[Chorus: Drake]
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new,
Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say,
“No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new”.
I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new,
I stay down from day one so I say,
“Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas!
Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas!”
One more time, Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas!
Fuck all ya'll niggas! Stay down from day one so I say,
“Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at?”
[Verse 1: Drake]
Man, this shit so ill that we had to restart it,
H-town my second home like I'm James Harden,
Money counter go “brrr”, when you sellin' out the Garden,
Four car garage, pornstar ménage,
Birdman go “brrr” ‘cause he know this shit retarded,
Fuck her on the floor before we make it to the bed,
Switch your ass, really call it started from the bottom, yes Lawd!
OVO sound, man, I'm proud of my niggas,
Knew we would make it, never doubted my niggas.
All my bitches love me,
If I had a baby mama, she would probably be richer then a lot of you, niggas.
That's luxury, dawg, day one niggas, you're stuck with me, dawg,
Ever since YouTube niggas been callin' me the leader of the new school,
Fuck with me, dawg, yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Your bitch all in my photographs, ho niggas got hate for me,
Big homies all certified, nothin' niggas gon' take from me.
Follow codes, study game, feed fam, nigga, fuck fame!
All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoein',
Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy, that's my dress code,
All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled that's my flesh, tho,
All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress, tho.
Smoke good ,I love life, strip club like er'ry night
Er'ry night my same niggas day one, straight menace.
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, I'm here with my niggas, I'm too high to be friendly,
They throw dirt on my name, well, that's why they still dig me,
And I'm tired of all this hatin', I thank God for my patience.
I thank God for my homies, I wish we could trade places,
Bitch, we good fellas, boy, all them niggas with you they just pall bearers.
And if we ball, catch us.
Remember: sip slow, live fast.
Young Money, stay young,
I been Cash Money since day one,
Tunechi.
[Chorus]
[Outro: Future]
Fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas,
Fuck them other niggas ‘cause I'm down for my niggas,
Fuck them other niggas ‘cause I'm down for my niggas,
Fuck them other niggas ‘cause I'm down for my niggas!