Friends
French Montana Lyrics


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Bryson, what up?
You know what it is when you hear that, haan
My hunnids is dreaded up
You heard?

Hunnids comin' 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, that 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 workin', head 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 dishin' out, love to the ones comin' up
If you got somethin', nigga, run it up
Drop somethin', nigga, run it up, ah-ah
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 comin' in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Hunnids comin' 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
Stopped 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, 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 comin' in (in)
Too many fake friends (in)
Ran me up some millions
Tryna run 'em up times ten (yeah)
Where should I begin?
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Hunnids comin' in
Too many fake friends
Ran me up some millions




Tryna run 'em up times ten
Where should I begin?

Overall Meaning

In the song "Friends" by French Montana, the opening verses convey a sense of confidence and empowerment. French Montana addresses his friend Bryson, acknowledging that his wealth is significant as he mentions his dreadlocked hundred dollar bills. This introduction sets the tone for the rest of the song, emphasizing themes of prosperity and success.


As the lyrics progress, French Montana reflects on the challenges of navigating relationships with fake friends amidst his pursuit of financial success. He emphasizes the importance of hard work and determination in increasing his wealth, aiming to multiply his fortunes tenfold. The repeated question "Where should I begin?" suggests a contemplation of his journey and the obstacles he has overcome.


The middle section of the song delves into the complexities of authenticity and loyalty in relationships. French Montana contrasts the value of being genuine with the pitfalls of falsehood, suggesting that maintaining integrity is essential even in the face of temptation. He highlights the evolution of his mindset towards those who may not have his best interests at heart, prioritizing his own growth and stability over fleeting alliances.


In the final verses, French Montana embraces his success and the realization that genuine connections are more valuable than material wealth. He acknowledges the dichotomy between those driven by love and those driven by survival, underscoring the importance of surrounding oneself with trustworthy individuals. The song concludes with a reaffirmation of his commitment to personal growth, reflecting on the challenges he has faced while striving for prosperity and authenticity in a world where fake friends abound.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Karim Kharbouch

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Comments from YouTube:

nicholas cruz

Max b body this Harlem all day

mohammed alghanimi

Ima be e fams and take care of family first and then who ever disrespected me max b or franch man will get his right of what ever god wrote for him

mohammed alghanimi

Or disrespect

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