FRIENDS - The Carters

[Chorus: Beyoncé]
 My friends, real friends, better than your friends
 That's how we keep poppin' out that Benz, yeah
 No foes, real friends, we ain't even got to pretend, yeah
 Get bands, get bands, spend it all on my friends

[Chorus: Beyoncé]
 My friends, real friends, better than your friends, yeah
 Thats how we keep popping out that Benz, yeah
 For friends, real friends, better than your friends, yeah
 That's them, that's them, they know all my business

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
 Ten toes, ten toes, we was out in that road, uh
 Lookin' for love in wrong places, we proposed to a stove, yeah
 Shared jewels, shared clothes, that's how deep shit goes, yeah
 Every week, ya got bros, all of y'all fake close
 Y'all switchin' sides like NBA teams just after halftime
 I'm pullin' up on my dog, make sure he okay, I don't even have time
 He copped me a Porsche with butterscotch seats
 This 'fore they had meals
 Live better than rappers and they don't even have deals, that real
 Bought Emory a BM as soon as he came home
 We hopped on a plane, headed straight to the Bay
 That's how we turn the game on, it's game on
 Ty mama died, I was there, my nephew died, he was there
 He in my house more than I be there, more than B there
 Ty-Ty there, E there, Breezy there, Juan there
 High here, Chaka there, Law there, they all here, ah yeah
 Dez there, Kawanna here, shit feel like nirvana here
 Crib like the SoHo House, I might stay in and grow out my hair
 Tight circle, no squares, I'm geometrically opposed to you
 Y'all like to try angles, y'all like to troll, do you?
 Y'all talk around hoes, do you? Y'all don't follow codes do you?
 You know everything you say from niggas close to you
 You emotional; when I say free the dogs, I free 'em
 That's how Meek got his freedom
 Y'all put niggas on a t-shirt, it hurts you ain't never meet 'em
 You got niggas in the feds, you ain't even tryna feed 'em
 I'm tryna free the world, that's how deep I'm in
 I ain't goin' to nobody nothin' when me and my wife beefin'
 I don't care if the house on fire, I'm dyin', nigga, I ain't leavin'
 Ty-Ty take care of my kids, after he done grievin'
 If y'all don't understand that, we ain't meant to be friends

[Verse 3: Beyoncé]
 They pray and pray for me, they pray and pray for me
 See better things for me
 Want better days for me unselfishly
 They pray and pray for me, they pray and pray for me
 Whenever I'm in need
 They in the backseat with the aux bumpin' Bey
 They don't cry at all, we don't cry and ball
 In my car, car, car, you know, ball, ball hard
 They my d-d-dogs
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 Point 'em out, out, out
 Point 'em out, out, out
 What would I be without my friends
 (what would I be without my friends)
 I ain't got no understanding
 (I ain't got no understanding)
 Rob them, you might catch these hands
 We fall out and we make amends, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Beyoncé]
 Come pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
 Them never let me drown
 Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
 Them never let me down
 Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
 Them never let me down
 Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
 Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
 Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
 Them pull me up, pull me up, pull me up