Fake Friends
Bryson, what's up?
You know what it is when you hear that (haan)
My hunnids is dreaded up (ya heard)
Hunnids coming 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, I 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 work in here, dreaded up
Them hunnids comin', mm, braided up
I'm the one that can't say it enough
I be done when I said enough
They keep sayin', "We're 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 this, and all love to the ones comin' up
If you got somethin', nigga, run it up
Drop somethin', nigga, run it up, aha
Know they feel where I'm comin' from
Second place, we're runnin' from
There's better way and they jumped the gun
Fuck these niggas
I just wanna see the money come, yeah
Hunnids coming in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions, tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hunnids coming 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, keep a real surprise (why?)
Stopped doin' favors for 'em, now they're 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 coming in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions, tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hunnids coming in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions, tryna run 'em uptimes ten
Where should I begin?
You know what it is when you hear that (haan)
My hunnids is dreaded up (ya heard)
Hunnids coming 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, I 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 work in here, dreaded up
Them hunnids comin', mm, braided up
I'm the one that can't say it enough
I be done when I said enough
They keep sayin', "We're 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 this, and all love to the ones comin' up
If you got somethin', nigga, run it up
Drop somethin', nigga, run it up, aha
Know they feel where I'm comin' from
Second place, we're runnin' from
There's better way and they jumped the gun
Fuck these niggas
I just wanna see the money come, yeah
Hunnids coming in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions, tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hunnids coming 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, keep a real surprise (why?)
Stopped doin' favors for 'em, now they're 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 coming in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions, tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hunnids coming in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions, tryna run 'em uptimes ten
Where should I begin?
Credits
Writer(s): Kharbouch Karim, Bryson Tiller, Jordan Holt-may
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