(Pre Chorus)
I got frenemies
Got a lot of frenemies
Got so many people tryna drain me off this energy
Tryna take away from a ni**a
Playing with the money, pray for these ni**a’s

(Verse 1)
Drop a bi**h at the mall, tell her buy what she want
I got a condo, I only spent a night in it once
Rappers talking sideways in their interviews
They just tryna stay on flow like a in a tube
I might drop a mixtape cuz I’m in the mood
Probably get my di** s**ked
What you mad at a ni**a for, I don’t get it
Your running out of time lil homie, the clock ticking
I think I want a r&b girl tonight
I’ma that’s a early flight
Red light special and your chick get served
Sign on the door say do not disturb

(Chorus)
I got frenemies
Got a lot of frenemies
Got a lot people tryna drain me off this energy
Tryna take away from a ni**a
Playing with the bread, pray for a ni**a, ni**a

(Verse 3)
Ni**a you don’t want no problems with me
I put money on your head that’s a hobby to me
I pull up and fill the hotel lobby with freaks
Your girl sneaking out the crib just to party with me
Last night I met a thottie with a college degree
So I let her give me braing, said she smarter than me
What you mad at a ni**a for, I don’t get it
I could trade in my Ferrari for a hundred Honda Civic’s
And get one of them b***hes to, all of my bi**hes then
Put that sh** on Twitter for ya, just to say I did it, hollup
Champagne for my guest
DJ Khalid on the speakerphone, tell em we the best

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

(Outro until the end)
Smoking energy
Smoking on some energy