Tell Ya Friends

[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 CeeCee back at retail
Them hoes be jail, never wish me well
Told my lady that I'm leggin' bitches like I'm Miguel
Big mouth bitch we just call her Gmail
You know everybody had her Gmail
My nigga Craig said, "Debow, that's a female"
I said she fuckin' like a nigga that's a she-male
Every crew have a Shady one just like D12
All she ride is dick, you riding V12
In that S6, talking on a 6S
Not no gossip just making moves at success
These bitches flexin' on a baller alert
Guess they don't know, that's a bitch who need baller allure
Gossip just a broke people sport (Oh you ain't know)
Deep pockets, even game of thoughts
Snakes in the grass, 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 nigga with the hair
Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, 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, Musseline
Got you young fly, fuck what you mean
Let them groupies chat in the group chat
Niggas tryna shoot they shot but don't know where the hoops at
Bitch you know I'm ballin', if you smart, you would recruit that
Niggas catchin' plagues, asking where to alley-oops at
Man you know this game is vicious
All they want is fame and riches
Wifin' up the lamest bitches 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 nigga with the hair
Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill

[Interlude:]
Listen, me and my bitches are like sisters
So of course we gonna give our opinion on everything
[?] who granted
I'm never the type of female the call my bitches haters
If they give they opinion on my relationship
If my relationship is fucked up, but bitch
If I tell you I'm happy my relationship
If I tell you I'm happy with my nigga
Just be happy that I'm happy
Bitch, I ain't gotta lie to you, I'm grown
And they always wanna bring up what ya nigga did in the past
Okay cool, you was a hoe in past, bitch, 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 nigga 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 fuckin' table, we got choices
And if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
Yeah, that shit is pointless
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
Yeah, that shit is pointless
They told me not to fall in love, that shit 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 nigga with the hair
Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill

[Street Fighter Outro]
Round 1, fight
Hadoken
This nigga, get this nigga, let's go, shit
Huhh you always playin' this damn video game
Look man, this video game classic man, you ain't even know
Ya phone is ringing, it's your ex, you gonna answer it?
You answer it
Aight, hello