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letra de fake friends - french montana & bryson tiller

[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 sh-t
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’, n-gga, run it up
drop somethin’, n-gga, 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
f-ck these n-ggas
i just wanna see the money come, yeah
[chorus: bryson tiller, french montana]
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?
woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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)

[verse 2: french montana]
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
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 b-tches bring bad b-tches, 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
[chorus: bryson tiller]
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?
woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
hunnids coming in
too many fake friends
ran me up some millions
tryna run ’em up times ten
where should i begin?

- french montana bryson tiller

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