Tell Ya Friends

[Intro: Fabolous] You know them hoes don't want to see you happy baby, yeah [Verse 1: Fabolous] 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. bag at retail Them hoes be jel, 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, "Deebo, that's a female" I say she fuckin' like a nigga, that's a she-male Every crew got a Shady one just like D12 All she ride is dick, you ridin' that V12 In that S6, talking on a 6S Not no gossip, just makin' moves and success These bitches flexin' on a baller alert Guess they don't know, that's a bitch who need baller allure (Oh you ain't know) Gossip just a broke people sport (Oh you ain't know) Deep pockets, even deeper thoughts (Oh you ain't know) Snakes in the grass, keep it short (Oh you ain't know) Free Wi-Fi and it's cheap to talk, so, go... [Chorus: 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 (whoooa ohh-whoa) 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 trendin' topic Hashtag, I bet your mouth bigger than your pocket I got you and your bag, new Céline Got you Young Fly, FawwwkUMean 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' plays, ask me where the alley-oop's 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... [Chorus: 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 (whoooa ohh-whoa-ohh) 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: Phendi] Listen, me and my bitches 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 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 stood by 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, the shit is pointless Yeah, that shit is pointless They told me not to fall in love, the shit is pointless Yeah, that shit is pointless They told me not to fall in love, the shit is pointless [Chorus: 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 (ooooh-ohhh) How I roll, how I be on the low (Woooooooooooooooooooohhh, wooooooooooooohhhhh) 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