Fairweather Friends Lyrics by 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 *** deal
Only a thousand in cash, It’s a broke deal
Put it in my fake Gucci bag
Speeding 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 ***, 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
What you 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 *** stars
Michelin restaurants, three stars, four stars
Look at my report card, baby, I’m a workhorse
You ain’t ***, I’m that friend who will *** your ***
But don’t dip before I roll the spliff
Tight, like that *** 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