French Montana & Bryson Tiller - Fake Friends

[Intro: French Montana]
Bryson, what up?
You know what it is when you hear that haan
My hunnids is dreaded up
Ya heard

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Hunnids coming in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
If I start right here, 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 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
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