Mike Dean - Tell Ya Friends lyrics

[Verse 1: Fabolous] You know them hoes don't want to see you happy baby Make sure you tell em every detail Make sure you CC em on that email Talk how that Mercedes gettin' detailed Mention that new C.C. back at retail Them hoes be jel, never wish me well Told my lady that I'm leggin' b**hes like I'm Miguel Big mouth b**h we just call her Gmail You know everybody had her Gmail My n***a Craig said, "Debow, that's a female" I say she f**in like a n***a, that's a She-Male Every crew have a Shady one just like D12 All she ride is dick, you riding that V12 In that S6, talking on a 6S Not no gossip just making moves at success These b**hes flexin' on a baller alert Guess they don't know, that's a b**h who need baller allure Gossip just a broke people sport (Oh you ain't know) Deep pockets, even deeper thoughts Snakes in the gra**, keep it short Free Wi-Fi and it's cheap to talk, so go [Hook: The Weeknd] Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I be on the low Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it I'm that n***a with the hair Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, f**in' b**hes, livin' life so trill [Verse 2: Fabolous] She don't want the key to your heart She want the key to your whip If she had the key to your heart, she'll prolly key up your whip I'm tellin' her, egos trip but the humble doesn't stumble baby You feelin' yo'self, I'm the one that numb you baby I seen it come together and I seen it crumble baby Let them keep score, we just do our numbers baby Everybody talkin', I feel like a trending topic Hashtag, I bet your mouth bigger than your pocket I got you and your bag, new Céline Got you young fly, f** what you mean Let them groupies chat in the group chat n***as tryna shoot they shot but don't know where the hoops at b**h you know I'm ballin', if you smart, you would recruit that n***as catchin' plays, ask me where the alley-oops at Man you know this game is vicious All they want is fame and riches Wifin' up the lamest b**hes and they tellin' same as snitches So... [Hook: The Weeknd] Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I be on the low Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it I'm that n***a with the hair Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, f**in' b**hes, livin' life so trill [Interlude:] Listen, me and my b**hes are like sisters So of course we gonna give our opinion on everything ok cool, granted P I'm never the type of female the call my b**hes haters If they give they opinion on my relationship If my relationship is f**ed up, but b**h If I tell you I'm happy my relationship If I tell you I'm happy with my n***a Just be happy that I'm happy b**h, I ain't gotta lie to you, I'm grown And they always wanna bring up what ya n***a did in the past Okay cool, you was a hoe in past, b**h, I still got you [Verse 3: The Weeknd] My cousin said I made it big and it's unusual She tried to take a selfie at my Grandma's funeral Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon And I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke I used to roam around the town when I was homeless Me and Lamar would rob a n***a for his Jordans And flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix Now we get faded when we want, girl, we got choices Lay them on the f**in' table, we got choices And if they wanna f** my n***as, they got choices They told me not to fall in love, that sh** is pointless Yeah, that sh** is pointless They told me not to fall in love, that sh** is pointless Yeah, that sh** is pointless They told me not to fall in love, that sh** is pointless [Hook: The Weeknd] Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I be on the low Go tell your friends about it (About it) Go tell your friends about it I'm that n***a with the hair Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, f**in' b**hes, livin' life so trill [Street Fighter Outro] Round 1, fight Hadoken This n***a, get this n***a, let's go, sh** Huhh you always playin' this damn video game Look man, this video game cla**ic man, you ain't even know Ya phone is ringing, it's your ex, you gonna answer it? You answer it Aight, hello