Ain't Gotta Fake It
My chick darker than RiRi
These S1's not VV's
Who the kid
Who the kid
Yeah I did
Yeah I did
We ain't gotta fake
We ain't gotta fake
Who the kid is
Who the kid is
Yeah I did it
Yeah I did it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
Real niggas to the left and to the right of me
Show up to the party nobody invited me
Call my girl phone attitude she fighting with me
And I just paid her bills uh
Paid to get her nails done
If there's money to be made then we getting to it
Friday payday and I blew through it
I gotta save my money yeah
But I be liking to spend
I don't even know if I can
I'm in first place fcuk coming in second
I can't count up high enough to count my blessings
Ain't no way in the world we gon go without
I made my baby girl mad uh
She holding out on the ass uh
Wanna ball so hard we good in flip flops
If my shoes clean know I got on clean socks
It might look easy but it ain't though
Wear drop socks in a drop top uh
She bounced with me like hopscotch
Who the kid is
Who the kid is
Yeah I did it
Yeah I did it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
Who the kid is
Who the kid is
Yeah I did it
Yeah I did it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
Run it up on them
Run it up on them
Fcuk it up shawty
Fcuk it up shawty
My chick darker than RiRi
These S1's not VV's
These S1's not VV's
Who the kid
Who the kid
Yeah I did
Yeah I did
We ain't gotta fake
We ain't gotta fake
Who the kid is
Who the kid is
Yeah I did it
Yeah I did it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
Real niggas to the left and to the right of me
Show up to the party nobody invited me
Call my girl phone attitude she fighting with me
And I just paid her bills uh
Paid to get her nails done
If there's money to be made then we getting to it
Friday payday and I blew through it
I gotta save my money yeah
But I be liking to spend
I don't even know if I can
I'm in first place fcuk coming in second
I can't count up high enough to count my blessings
Ain't no way in the world we gon go without
I made my baby girl mad uh
She holding out on the ass uh
Wanna ball so hard we good in flip flops
If my shoes clean know I got on clean socks
It might look easy but it ain't though
Wear drop socks in a drop top uh
She bounced with me like hopscotch
Who the kid is
Who the kid is
Yeah I did it
Yeah I did it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
Who the kid is
Who the kid is
Yeah I did it
Yeah I did it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
We gon make it
And we gon make it
Run it up on them
Run it up on them
Fcuk it up shawty
Fcuk it up shawty
My chick darker than RiRi
These S1's not VV's
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Writer(s): H Williams
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