Letra Less friends more victory Caskey

Less friends more victory

Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none of this shit, I just gave 'em what they wanted

I keep cuttin' folks up out the circle, I can't trust nobody, aw
Four-five on my waist in case I really have to touch somebody

Okay, the dash is digital
I let the money talk, so the brags are minimal
I spend it all the second it comes, and I still I have residuals
Played the fool 'cause they see the tats and cannot get past the visuals
But I'm a bad individual, I say the word and this shit gettin' critical
And I hustle for mine, I don't pity the pitiful
They was elated picturin' my downfall, now I'm leavin' 'em cynical
I'm on the upswing from the top floor, I expand my peripheral
And I came from the mud with the dirt on my fingers and servin' the minerals
Wasn't no one comin' to save me, I had to get mine
Feds come to my crib, I never 6ix9ine
I never let 'em back in the circle, second they switch sides
Came under Stunna, so I do it big time

Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none of this shit, I just gave 'em what they wanted

Cut ya out the circle, that's what you wanted
Left you for the [?] that's how you want it
I'm up in the sky, that's where I wanted
Countin' too much fuckin' money

Okay, me and my shawty, we lit up and we don't need nobody
I got the base in the trunk of the car and I serve up the city like Yo Gotti
These are Air Force 1s on me, not foamposites, kick back on the chopper, no karate
Had to get my aim right when I was in the streets, had no deposits
Now it's just big deposits, I'ma need sixty wallets
I'ma need less friends, mo' money talk, dog, it's erotic
Put the clothes on the couch 'cause we put so many guns in the closet
You don't wanna hear it sing, I pull it out and it get melodic
Feelin' like Rocky, put on the weight, got stocky
My check too cocky, bike ride, no kawasaki
Speakers still knockin', shout out to Speaker Knockerz
Cops pull up at the trap in plain clothes like secret shoppers

Countin' money by the hunnids
Park the lamborghini at the summit
Either way it flip, we could run it
Never started none of this shit, I just gave 'em what they wanted

Cut ya out the circle, that's what you wanted
Left you for the [?] that's how you want it
I'm up in the sky, that's where I wanted
Countin' too much fuckin' money