Make Money Not Friends

Yeah

Count that up

Talk to me nice

Uh

Clock in, clock out, still rich talk

Turn a side-eye stare to a sidewalk

Got my foot on they neck, that’s a timepiece

I got paid just to stand here and mind me

Big step

Every heel got a price tag

Every L that I took in a brown bag

Turned pain into product, now the pain gone

Only tears on the check when the ink strong

Make money not friends, that’s the motto (motto)

If you ain’t bringin’ in bands, you a problem (problem)

Whole clique look rich, that’s the outcome

If it don’t add up, then I’m out, hun

Make money not friends, that’s the mantra (yeah)

You can keep all the love and the drama (gone)

If the vibe don’t pay, it’s a write-off

If it ain’t on the page, then we cut off

Talking “sister” but they watching my pockets (uh)

Smiling in the pics while they study my profits

I turned cold calls into condo keys

Turned backseat talk into front row seats

I remember canned food on the stove top

Now my name on the floor at the mall shop

I don’t chase, I replace, that’s a upgrade

If you slow with the pay, that’s a cut fade

Hands up if you really got your own bag (own bag)

If you signed your name on your own tag (own tag)

If you left fake love in the old chat

Stayed broke with the truth, then you bounced back

Trust in the numbers, baby, not in them

Heart got a wall, but the bank got a gym

I been running up checks ‘til my legs numb

If it ain’t about a bag, then I play dumb