Songtext Make money not friends Hooligan Hefs

Make money not friends

Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end
Single shot, .410, now my semi extends

Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end
You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme
Single shot, .410, now my semi extends
Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?]

Stack or style, so I'm out here stackin' (stackin')
We were in hell, no sign of the Chaplain
Said I'm workin' 9-5, but most of us trappin'
The love's still the same, all down for the action

More money, less problems, that's my intention (Mm-mm)
He tried to diss, and got sacked, like an intervention
You have to walk straight to war, but I was always steppin'
All of mine go to work, no one at reception (What else?)

So we put our trust in the scales, send out a text with sales
They raid a bro, no stress, put whatever for bail
Shots fired, we don't pretend, do more damage than hail
We're really good on either end, get done here or in jail
I do not lack for my brothers, when it comes to it
Won't get no reply, we let them guns do it
Can't take the street out the kid, I still run for it
You either got it or you don't, yeah there's nothing to it

Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end
You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme
Single shot, .410, now my semi extends
Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?]

Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end
You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme
Single shot, .410, now my semi extends
Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?]

They're in the streets, full of fakes, but I'm just here for my pay
We're not them industry fakes, get shot where you stay
Why you tryna bring a play like there's a role that you played?
We made pigs bring tape when we headed that way

Still with the same brothers, whole game gunners
Yeah we share the same struggle, just different mothers
Fear the man above us, we don't fear them others
Yeah we slide with less, this track makes the numbers

And I'm doing numbers, like a trap telephone
On the road, not heading home, I paved the way on my own
Tell these labels, "come correct", I need a mil', nothing less
We as real as it gets, '67 'till the death

Got a gang full of hitters, road never misses (Yeah he never misses)
You ain't built like that, someone tell his missus (Someone tell her)
Not in my division, we bang into the system (Boom, boom)
Yeah we've been breaking bread since our first mission

Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end
You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme
Single shot, .410, now my semi extends
Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?]
Make money not friends, with the same ones 'till the end
You remember me then, now I'm créme de la créme
Single shot, .410, now my semi extends
Yeah, with the time slow, but, summer's [?]