Bryson, what 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 for millions Tryna run 'em up times ten Where should I begin?
If I start right here, [?] 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 Love to the ones comin' up And forgot 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
Hunnids coming in (in) Too many fake friends (in) Ran me up for 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 for 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 fixe my vision (woo) Bein' fake is normal, keep a real surprise Stop 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, count her 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 for 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 for millions Tryna run 'em up times ten Where should I begin?
Compositores: French Montana, Bryson Tiller & Landstrip Chip