Bestie Song Lyrics

Real hittas with me and they might shoot (shoot, shoot)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I got some real hittas with me and they might shoot (shoot, shoot)

Gang living, hate it when she got addicted
And she gon' get down, call a friend to come and get her, ooh
That's your bestie, I'ma have to pick her
She said don't neglect me, she said don't forget her
I'm the way you get a jet ski, better respect me
Money coming fast, moving slow, you getting left-y

They say that they love me, that's a lie
Keep my money wrapped up like a mummy, dead guys
In my pocket, I'ma stack it 'til my hundreds hit the sky
Remember she ain't want me, used to leave a nigga dry
Now she something like a bird, if I call, she'll fly
Pull up, what's the word? Pray to God you don't die