Fake Friends French Montana & Bryson Tiller

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

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Hundreds 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, nah, that wouldn't tell enough
They can't get enough
Of talkin' down on me, yeah, they stuck
Talkin' down, but I'm headed up
Been hard workin', head dreaded up
Them hundreds comin', hmm, 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 Racer, we run shit
I'ma jog they memories, 'member back when we had fun with it?
No cheapskates, we love dishin' out 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