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PERFORMING ARTISTS
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Jordan Holt-May
Jordan Holt-May
Songwriter
Audi
Audi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Audi
Audi
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Lyrics

Bryson, what's 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 some millions, tryna run 'em up times ten Where should I begin? If I start right here, nah, 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're 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, aha Know they feel where I'm comin' from Second place, we're runnin' from There's better way 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 some millions, tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah) Where should I begin? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! 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) 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 (why?) Stopped doin' favors for 'em, now they're 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 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 some millions, tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah) Where should I begin? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hunnids coming in Too many fake friends Ran me up some millions, tryna run 'em uptimes ten Where should I begin?
Writer(s): Kharbouch Karim, Bryson Tiller, Jordan Holt-may Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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