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 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 fuck your bitch
But don't dip before I roll the spliff
Tight, like that pussy 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