DJ Clue releases his brand new single "Rich Friday", featuring Nicki Minaj, Future, Juelz Santana and French Montana. Track produced by #TheTurnUpTeam.
Rich Friday Lyrics by DJ Clue Ft. Future, Nicki Minaj, Juelz Santana & French Montana
[Hook: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty figure
Thinking you get a ring, say don’t it at your door
I got like 20 G’s only
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas they seeing me
Peep then they wanne be me, but they know that they can’t
I got worldwide streets status
Affiliated with the gangstas and killers
Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas
And I’ll die for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday
[Verse 1: Future]
What what, shout out to all my niggas killin’
Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin’
Fly shit, on the Earth I live in the shook
Top a nigga often get yourself some decepts
These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder
Now feds stash that shit up and he out dawg, he working
That yolo all in my bloodline, still give me that money
They come through and bang, bang on you like the screen 300
Codeine all in my stomach, bitch face that Rolie
Been on that good jamaican and niggas twistin that dirty
Southside my … riding around with them yonkers
Claiming they got shooters, but they shooters ain’t got bodies
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Whoa whoa whoa shout out to dem bitchs tryna be me
Yea yea yea, bitch I’m poppin bottles, dream of genie
Flyest bitch on the planet, live in a castle
Niggas love me, my little waist, my ass collasal
These old bitches I fuck wit get money
Dat Atlanta, dat Texas, dat Alabama – Montgomery
He ain’t fuckin’ no dummy
Bitches be fuckin to get dat money
They pack, packin dat gunny
Nigga u talk shit n get done-y
I tiger dial that Rollie
Got that Angelina, that Jolie
I’m plain jane’n, no ice in it, so ain’t no need for dat goalie
My jet prolly say Boeing
Bitches be broke claimin they hoe’n
This jacket here cost 10 thousand
That tag on it say Balmain
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Forty grand for the sky dweller
Four grand on the Margiela’s
44, I’m a pawn fella
Bad bitch four at a times
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, smoke
Fuck my lady, kissed my baby’s daddy, gotta go
Semi-automatic, ready for the show
Clique full of killers, that’s my band, we all rock and roll
Drum roll for these niggas please
We shopping for bodies, killing sprees
We be in the club spending rent
We be buying cars that these niggas rent
Fuck niggas couldn’t see me if I had no tint
Superman that ho Clark Kent
You talk shit, don’t do shit, I’m always on some new shit
Got your bitch with …. tracking my movie
[Hook]
[Verse 4: French Montana]
It’s Friday, it’s Friday
Two million dollars in the driveway
I need more money ASAP Rocky
Streetsweeper, get the floor moppin’
I done started with a bank roll
Whipping salt harder than tank door
Smoking killer, I am with a killer
Pull up to the dealer looking like a dealer
In the droptop strapped, worth …
Now he off the wall, million coffee pack
I’ve seen dreams turned 25 to life
Mike had twenty-five a night
And them shoes Alejandro
Shawtie bust it open for a hundo
[Hook]
