Golden Friends - Cam'Ron

Thank you for being a friend

Travelled down the road and back again

Your heart is true, you’re a pal and confident

Killa season has returned ya’ll

Wanna wanna, wanna say thank you

To that cocaina

That coke I got off the boat

That I made float then copped that Beamer

Over her I clock the Nina

No denyin, no swerve the time and yea I love er

Got my mother out the gutter, word to mammy

Mammy, where your real friends at?

Poverty put a end to that

You ain’t got it, they don’t come around

Only come around for your income tax but

Shout your homeboy or your homegirl

They know you’re game

They let you hold they car

Playin kids, put yo phone in they name

True, they along for the ride with ya

Even when you’re dead wrong

Right by your side with ya

In the club bump, ya’ll go for the right pictures

Somebody act, they down to fight with ya

I held his kicks, he let me hug his chicks

Oh pardon me, oh I’m just talkin bout huddy 6

So if you with yo girlfriend, wink of your eye

And if you with your homeboy, put a drink in the sky

High fall, high fall

High fall, high fall

High fall, high fall

Now tell them niggas

Thanks to british, he’s some other guy, word

We make mothers cry

I had to sing their son a lullaby, woa

Alibies, alibies, we kept more than one

Wet T-shirt, no water gun

He a business man, now all are young

Grandma raised me, Manic South took it over though

Thanks to Ziki, he kept my pockets on overflow

Gave me my first deal, bands gave me my first wheel

But thanks to Hector Garcia Sr. — gave me my first meal (gracias papi)

Wanna thank God, my Lord the savior lookin over me

Thanks to Tania, for years I tore up her ovaries (wuddup girl?)

Thanks east, west, north, south, overseas, Peru

No thanks to these racks that think you on G’s

But you with your girlfriend, start swingin yo hair

If you were the real friend put a ring in the air

High fall, high fall

High fall, high fall

High fall, high fall

Now tell them niggas