French Montana and Bryson Tiller - Fake Friends

Bryson, what up?
You know what it is when you hear that, haan
My hunnids is dreaded up
You heard?

Hunnids comin' in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?

If I start right here, nah, that won't tell enough
They can't get enough
Talkin' down on me, yeah, they stuck
Talkin' down, but I'm headed up
Been hard workin', head dreaded up
Them hunnids comin', hmm, braided up
I'm the one that can't say it enough
I be done when I said enough
They keep sayin' we done
No speed racin', we run shit
I'ma jog they memories, 'member back when we had fun with it?
No cheap skates, we love dishin' out, love to the ones comin' up
If you got somethin', nigga, run it up
Drop somethin', nigga, run it up, ah-ah
Know they feel where I'm comin' from
Second place, we runnin' from
There's better ways and they jumped the gun
Fuck these niggas
I just wanna see the money come, yeah

Hunnids comin' in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Hunnids comin' in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?
(Montana, where should I begin? Ayy, ayy)

Only thing we had before gettin' rich was fake (haan)
Anything you lose by bein' real is fake (haan)
It's what you maintain, never what you make (ah)
'Cause even the garbage can gon' get a steak (haan)
Shawty tryna slide but I'm on a mission (mission)
A lot of things broke my heart, but they fixed my vision (woo)
Bein' fake is normal, keepin' real surprise me
Stopped doin' favors for 'em, now they switchin' sides (sides)
People raised on love, they'll do anything for you (for you)
People raised on survival, they'll do anything to you (haan)
Shawty bad, countin' money, got her own bag
Bad bitches bring bad bitches, a known fact (haan)
You know she jumpin' in, all this money comin' in (haan)
You know she jumpin' in, can't be mad she tryna win

Hunnids comin' in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Hunnids comin' in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?

Written by:
Karim Kharbouch

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