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Future - Rich Friday Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn Up Team
Rich Friday, Hendrix
You feel me
Every thing lead back to that money
Free bands, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
You get a ring, so they don't visit your door
I got like 20 G's on me
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas ain't seeing me
These niggas think they wanna 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'm down for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday

[Verse 1: Future]
What what, shout out to all my niggas killin' it
Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin' it
Flyest nigga on the earth I live in the shook
Top a nigga off and go get you some Giuseppe's
These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder
The feds stash that nigga up and he out, dog, he working
That yola all in my bloodline
Still give me that money
They come through and they bang, bang
On you like the screen 300
Codeine all in my stomach, big face, that Rollie
Eating on that good Jamaican with a nigga twistin' that Dodie
Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas
Nigga claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies
[Chorus: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
You get a ring, so they don't visit your door
I got like 20 G's on me
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas ain't seeing me
These niggas think they wanna 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'm down for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Shout out to them bitches trying to be me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm poppin' bottles, Dream of Jeannie
Flyest bitch on the planet, live in a castle
Niggas love me, my little waist, my ass colossal
These old bitches, I fuck with get money
That Atlanta, that Texas, that Alabama, Montgomery
He ain't fuckin' no dummy
Bitches be fuckin' to get that money
They pack, packin' that gunny
Nigga, you talk shit and get done-y
I tiger dial that Rollie
Got that Angelina, that Jolie
I'm plain Jane, and no ice in it
So ain't no need for that goalie
My jet prolly say Boeing
Bitches be broke, claimin' they hoeing
This jacket here cost ten thousand
That tag on it say Balmain
[Chorus: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
You get a ring, so they don't visit your door
I got like 20 G's on me
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas ain't seeing me
These niggas think they wanna 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'm down for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
40 grand for the sky dweller
Four grand on the Margiela's
44, I'm a pawn fella
Bad bitches, four at a time nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and smoke
Fuck my lady, kiss my babies, 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 niggas rent
We be buying cars that these niggas rent
Fuck niggas couldn't see me if I had no tint
Superman that hoe, Clark Kent
You talk shit but don't do shit
I'm always on some new shit
Got your bitch [?]
Them feds trackin' my movement
[Chorus: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
You get a ring, so they don't visit your door
I got like 20 G's on me
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas ain't seeing me
These niggas think they wanna 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'm down for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday

[Verse 4: French Montana]
It's Friday, it's Friday
Two million dollars in that driveway
I need more money A$AP (Rocky)
Street sweeper, get the floor moppin'
I done started with a bank roll
Whippin' salt harder than tank door
Smoking killer, I am with a killer
Pull up to the dealer looking like a dealer
In the drop top strapped, worth 50 bag
Now he off the wall, million coffee pack
I've seen dreams turned to 25 to life
Mike had 25 a night
And them shoes Alejandro
Shawtie bust it open for a hundo

[Chorus: Future]
Walking downtown with a fat booty freak
You get a ring, so they don't visit your door
I got like 20 G's on me
Designer from my head to the floor
These niggas ain't seeing me
These niggas think they wanna 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'm down for my niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rich Friday