​fake friends

[Intro]
Woah, ayy (They know what the fuck goin' on)
Ayy, ayy (Kerel in this bitch)
Haha, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I need to wait, yeah
I need some bands in my wallet (Okay)
I climbed my way to the top just to spite everybody, now they feelin' nauseous (Yeah, yeah)
I need a briefcase full of blues, I ain't talkin' no regular money (Yeah, yeah)
I lost myself in a year, but I'm back and they never could take that shit from me
Yeah, bring motherfuckin' money, I'm stackin' that shit to the ceiling (Yeah)
Couple of groupies sendin' shots 'cause I got them all up in they feelings (Yeah, yeah)
Fake friends tryna creep on me, please stay the fuck out my business (Yeah, yeah)
And they wanna tell me I'm cocky, lil' bitch, I worked hard to deserve this (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
But I got a lot left to prove
And you motherfuckers can't judge me for shit 'til you walk in my shoes
I got so much in my mind and it's hard to unwind to be cool
So when I look in your direction, you know that I see right through (Yeah)
I did this shit for my momma and team 'cause they all that I got
Motherfuckers think they runnin' shit 'til we pop out with the gang, now we're taking their spot
Same ones who can't stand me probably waited for me to blow to ask for a Birkin
Same ones who switched up probably mad as fuck 'cause I only talk to 'em in verses
Ayy, fuck 'em, I'm goin' in
I feel like Najee Harris, how these fake motherfuckers come runnin' back to the kid
Ayy, you speak on the G.O.A.T. when you speak on Fritz (Yeah)
Time is money, if you waste mine, you owe me in advance
Ayy, I sacrifice everything for this shit, this is part of the plan (Yeah)
If you got a fuckin' problem, please say that shit with your chest (Say that shit)
Lot of lames on my page tryna see what I'm doing next (Ayy)
Run it up, run it up, I been tryna run up these checks (Yeah)
And the ones that put the money in my pocket are the ones at my neck

[Bridge]
I got two big bands in my wallet
I got two big dreams, motherfuck goin' to college
I got twelve new songs and they all blowin' up
I got too many opps, get the fuck off my nuts, yeah

[Chorus]
I know too many people in my circle, need to change that
Too many snakes, like bitch, get the fuck out of my grass
Two big blunts sparked up, smokin' on your pack
Too many knives in my back, like
Fuck all these fake friends, yeah (Fuck all these fake friends)
Fuck all these fake friends, yeah (Fuck all these fake friends)
Fuck all these fake friends, yeah (Fuck all these fake friends)
Fuck all these fake friends, yeah (Fuck all these fake friends)
Fuck all these fake friends, yeah (Fuck all these fake friends)
Fuck all these fake friends