Fake Friends ft. Bryson Tiller Lyrics

Fake Friends ft. Bryson Tiller - French Montana

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Bryson, what up?

You know what it is when you hear that haan

My hundreds is dreaded up, you heard?

Hundreds 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, that wouldn't tell enough

They can't get enough

Of talkin' down on me, yeah, they stuck

Talkin' down, but I'm headed up

Been hard workin', head dreaded up

Them hundreds 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 Racer, we run shit

I'ma jog they memories, 'member back when we had fun with it?

No cheapskates, 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-ha, 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

Hundreds coming 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

Hundreds 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)

Shorty 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 it 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)

Shorty 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

Hundreds coming 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

Hundreds coming in, too many fake friends

Ran me up some millions, tryna run 'em up times ten

Where should I begin?