Got Friends

[Chorus: Miguel]
She said...
All of my bitches got friends, yeah
All of my bitches got friends
And they bad, they bad, so we good
It's enough for the clique, word
All of my bitches got friends
You don't need to [C7]pick, nah
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Look, I ain't ɾeally gotta ɾap about it
I just talk about it 'cause I live it now
So let me tell you [A7'bout this PYT
That I seen this week, I had to [C7]take a bow
5'2" with a brown fur
And her hair tied with them [A]light eyes
And she would make me throw it all [Em]away
For a fun time and [Bm]the ɾight prize
Mad as fuck, ass fatter than an hammer tɾuck
Ask her, prolly keep my [A]hammer tucked
The type to [C7]slide 'em [A]down and [Bm]then the panties stuck
I'll ɾun 'em [A]up, wanna kick it with you
Get a house and [Bm]a picket with you
Pop up on [C7]you [A7at your work place, not your birthday
Just to [C7]let them [A]niggas know I'm buildin' with you
Your best friend, always comin' through
With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home alone
And I ain't even tɾyna dog you [A7out
But can you [A7feed a nigga just a little bone?
One of you, one of me, you [A7and [Bm]me
We make three or maybe [Am]four, and [Bm]just two more just to [C7]even score
Step to [C7]her, had to [C7]play chess
Had to [C7]hit her with the full press
Then I told her I'd do anything just to [C7]chat with her for [Dm7]a quick sec'
Let it sit, let it process, then she went and [Bm]said, "So, yes"
Whispered in her ear and [Bm]told her, "Baby I want less drama and [Bm]more sex," but

[Chorus: Miguel]
She said...
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends, yeah
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends
And they bad, they bad, so we good
It's enough for [Dm7]the clique, word
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends
You don't need to [C7]pick, nah
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Look, all [Em]of my [A]women got [Fm7]friends
Most of 'em [A]like [F]with a blend
And most of 'em [A]off in the ends
And they don't care who they offend
Look, I had a girl who was [Am7]tatted up
From the neck down, she was [Am7]super crazy
Met a shorty with an ill grammar
Who would fight a lot and [Bm]she a '90s baby
Complain about me, always on [C7]the ɾoad
And talk to [C7]other women and [Bm]she wanted babies
Had to [C7]shake it like [F]a common [C7]cold
Then I had a show and [Bm]then I saw you, baby
Then I book you
Now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back with no indication
Now I'm flyin' to [C7]you
Takin' you [A7across the world to [C7]see a couple different faces
Hood nigga dreams, fuck like [F]movie scenes
Hit it from the back, boost your self-esteem
Heard you [A7left to [C7]visit cuz and [Bm]them
Reconnectin' with your mom and [Bm]them
Now you [A7want me to [C7]fly to [C7]Sweden
After, fly you [A7to [C7]the Motherland
You was [Am7]mine and [Bm]I am yours
And you [A7still mine when I go on [C7]tour
I ain't ɾeally tɾyna play no games
I can win the battle, you [A7can win the war
I'm just tɾyna fuck and [Bm]love you [A7either
On the bed and [Bm]we can take it to [C7]the floor
Crazy how this all [Em]started out 'cause I saw somethin' that I can't ignore

[Chorus: Miguel]
She said...
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends, yeah
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends
And they bad, they bad, so we good
It's enough for [Dm7]the clique, word
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends
You don't need to [C7]pick, nah
All of my [A]bitches got [Fm7]friends

[Outɾo: Miguel]
If you [A7and [Bm]all [Em]your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
If you [A7and [Bm]all [Em]your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
If you [A7and [Bm]all [Em]your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up
If you [A7and [Bm]all [Em]your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
If you [A7and [Bm]all [Em]your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
If you [A7and [Bm]all [Em]your girls bad as fuck, put your hands up
Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your hands up