Family (feat. Bebe Rexha, Ty Dolla $ign & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)

I don't got friends, I got family
At the end of the day that's all I need
And you know, that's what you'll always be
No matter how long it's been, no, I don't got friends

I can tell the difference with my day ones
Read between the likes and the mentions
Candle in the sky for the lost ones
Need me, know you only gotta call once

Let's make a toast to the great stuff
Raise the champagne in a red cup
My drip is so hot 'cause it's all off
My drip is so hot

'Cause I don't got friends, I got family
At the end of the day that's all I need
And you know, that's what you'll always be
No matter how long it's been, no, I don't got friends (ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got family (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're gonna know your real ones when you're tested (real)
Hold it with you, and they stand there when you're stressin' (oh)
And if I do you wrong, I'm a 'fess it (wrong)
Eh, good energy, gotta protect it
Bad feet on a fire walk, carry
You for miles until I crawl, trust me
Uh, tell me your secrets, they don't like it (like it)
I ain't alone on this one way

'Cause I don't got friends, I got family
At the end of the day that's all I need
And you know, that's what you'll always be
No matter how long it's been, no, I don't got friends (ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got family (ooh-ooh-ooh)

I need your energy, baby, don't need no friend or acquaintance
I need your love in a form that you won't give to nobody
Baby, I mean it, you taught me it was all, even inside of you
But I seen it, it's family over everything
Baby, I look too hard
I just want you to have your fun 'cause life is too short
Take you out to eat in New York, let's go to jeweler
Ain't gon' be makin' new friends when your money's too long

'Cause I don't got friends, I got family
At the end of the day that's all I need
And you know, that's what you'll always be
No matter how long it's been, no, I don't got friends (ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got family (ooh-ooh-ooh)
I got, I got family (yeah)

Huh, David Guetta, I told you they wouldn't f- with us, man
These glasses Celine, these Yeezy slides



Credits
Writer(s): Billy Mann, David Guetta, Ralph Wegner, Marco Tscheschlok, Artist J. Dubose, Kelly Katherine Johnson, Mailan Ghafouri, Vito Kovach, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin, Benjamin Joel Johnson, Jenna Mceachin Johnson
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