Fake Friends (Acapella|Explicit) - French Montana (فرنش مونتانا)/Bryson Tiller (布莱森·提勒)

Composed by：French Montana

Bryson what up

You know what it is when you hear that

My hunnids is dreaded up

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 now I won't tell enough

They can't get enough

Talking down on me yeah they stuck

Talking down but I'm headed up

Been hard working head dreaded up

Them hunnids coming breaded up

I'm the one I can't say it enough

I be done when I say it enough

They keep saying we done

No speed racing we run ****

I'ma jog they memories

Remember back when we had fun with it

No cheap skates we love dishing

All loves to the ones coming up

If you got something n**** run it up

Drop something n**** run it up ah ah

Know they feel where I'm coming from

Second place we running from

Told us better wait and they jump the gun

**** these n*****

I just wanna see the money come yeah

Hunnids coming in

Too many fake friends

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

Where should I begin

Hunnids coming in

Too many fake friends

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

Where should I begin

Where should I begin Aye aye

Only thing we had before getting rich was fake

Anything you lose by being real is fake

That's what you maintain never what you make

'Cause even the garbage can gon' get a steak

Shorty tryna slide but I'm on a mission

A lot of things broke my heart but they fix my vision

Being fake is normal keep it real surprise

Stop doing favors for 'em now they switching sides

People raised on love they'll do anything for you

People raised on survival they'll do anything to you

Shorty bad counting money got her own bag

Bad ******* bring bad ******* a known fact

You know she jumping in

Money coming in

You know she jumping in

Can't be mad she tryna win

Hunnids coming in

Too many fake friends

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

Where should I begin

Hunnids coming in

Too many fake friends

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

Where should I begin