Fairweather Friends

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 QPs 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 f******ur bitch But don't dip before I roll the spliff Tight, like that p***y 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 --- Fairweather Friends - Oliver Tree