Letra de Fairweather Friends - Oliver Tree

I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz

Some stay, some go, some days it depends

I ain't seen you since way back then

When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection

Where I used to sell sacks, I moved up to QP's

And I moved up to packs, now I only take pounds

Upstate from my personal stash, it's a dope deal

Only a thousand in cash, it's a bro deal

Put it in my fake Gucci bag

Speedin' like a demon, with this right in the back of my trunk

Got it sealed air tight, but it stink like a skunk

Don't scare, it'll make your hair white

Square up, bitch, I wanna see a fair fight

I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz

Some stay, some go, some days it depends

I ain't seen you since way back then

When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection

Whatchu think? This is not the same thing

You are not like me, we are not the same league

Tuesday night, I'm eating dinner with porn stars

Michelin restaurants, three stars, four stars

Look at my report card, baby, I'm a workhorse

You ain't shit, I'm that friend who will fuck your bitch

But don't dip before I roll the spliff

Tight, like that pussy got gorilla grip

I got fairweather friends in my G-Class Benz

Some stay, some go, some days it depends

I ain't seen you since way back then

When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection

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