JT Fritz - ​fake friends lyrics

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

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)

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 GOAT
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

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

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