Fake
Bad bitch it's a real nigga party
I come in I get this shit started
I walk in i'm leavin' them silent
Can't fuck with that nigga not solid
I'm rich no I don't got a wallet
I'm rich I invest in myself
Invest in these drugs
These bitches this wealth
Might call up my plug
Might give him a sell
Bad bitch she just hit up my cell
Real nigga I don't need a scale
Fake nigga he sorry as hell
I can tell all the real from the fake
Been fucked on her
That little nigga too late
I'm the donor
I got blood on my plate
When I want to I fuck
I don't do dates
I don't do dates
I don't do bitches
I don't do hoes
That always be trippin'
Feel like i'm yachty
One night then i'm finished
Tired of these bitches
I'm tired of these women
I mind my business
Don't know what you doin'
Talk to my money
I'm speakin' it fluent
Out of my body
I'm geekin' get to it
Don't talk about it
Little nigga just do it
Nigga just do it
Little nigga just go for the win now
When you get money
They come around
Geeked off this pack
And it's extra loud
Might hit from the back
And she extra now
Like nigga relax I got pressure now
Fuck all you niggas man
Fuck the town
Bad bitch it's a real nigga party
I come in I get this shit started
I walk in i'm leavin' them silent
Can't fuck with that nigga not solid
I'm rich no I don't got a wallet
I'm rich I invest in myself
Invest in these drugs
These bitches this wealth
Might call up my plug
Might give him a sell
Bad bitch she just hit up my cell
Real nigga I don't need a scale
Fake nigga he sorry as hell
I come in I get this shit started
I walk in i'm leavin' them silent
Can't fuck with that nigga not solid
I'm rich no I don't got a wallet
I'm rich I invest in myself
Invest in these drugs
These bitches this wealth
Might call up my plug
Might give him a sell
Bad bitch she just hit up my cell
Real nigga I don't need a scale
Fake nigga he sorry as hell
I can tell all the real from the fake
Been fucked on her
That little nigga too late
I'm the donor
I got blood on my plate
When I want to I fuck
I don't do dates
I don't do dates
I don't do bitches
I don't do hoes
That always be trippin'
Feel like i'm yachty
One night then i'm finished
Tired of these bitches
I'm tired of these women
I mind my business
Don't know what you doin'
Talk to my money
I'm speakin' it fluent
Out of my body
I'm geekin' get to it
Don't talk about it
Little nigga just do it
Nigga just do it
Little nigga just go for the win now
When you get money
They come around
Geeked off this pack
And it's extra loud
Might hit from the back
And she extra now
Like nigga relax I got pressure now
Fuck all you niggas man
Fuck the town
Bad bitch it's a real nigga party
I come in I get this shit started
I walk in i'm leavin' them silent
Can't fuck with that nigga not solid
I'm rich no I don't got a wallet
I'm rich I invest in myself
Invest in these drugs
These bitches this wealth
Might call up my plug
Might give him a sell
Bad bitch she just hit up my cell
Real nigga I don't need a scale
Fake nigga he sorry as hell
Credits
Writer(s): Micah Fox
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