B.B.W.W x Fake Show

Yeah, bought a new white Wraith, last night, nearly crashed it

Spinning out on the highway, 720 in the ass

Bad bitch in the passenger, seen her whole life flashing

Ray whipping a McLaren right behind me, nigga, spun right past him

Thank God I'm alive

Thank God but I probably spent a bank job on a ride

Back bumper, white Wraith, cost 19k, uh

But that ain't none of my safe, uh

All you rappers ain't safe, uh

Let me say it with the bass, uh

All you rappers ain't safe, uh

All you singers ain't safe, uh

First single had me in the crib puttin' platinum plaques into place

Dropped Luv, went top pop club, everything just grace

Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face

Look at me

I know these niggas is trippin', these niggas are shook of me

Bust down, bust down, bust down

Raphael, look what you did to me

I need the money at last

I need the money advance

Tell me the money is near, I ain't coming out the van

Keep close, gotta keep hoes by the G code

Got three hoes in the G4

Got A, B, C, D, E, F, G, X, Y and Z hoes

I'm still balling like D. Rose

I'm still popping off Vevos

I'm still looking like, wait

Still sipping on tea soles

My dick giant like Fifo, if you need know

Money singing in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do

Did it for my niggas back home

In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in a crack home

Winter time getting cold, had to go to Bramlea

Steal a jacket up out of Jack Jones

Rogers had me get mad at the phone bills, switchin' to the black phone, yeah

I had to switch to a Telus

Ain't really shit you could tell us

All of y'all niggas is jealous, ah

Running through the check, money upset

All of these niggas is mad at me

Ten chains, buy ten rings on a nigga look-alike swagged at me

I can't keep a girlfriend, too busy tryna make the bag happy

Cali girly throw it back at me in a back ally and a cat daddy, yeah

I say bust down, bust down

I throw dick at your bitch

She gon' touchdown, touchdown

Bitch, I'm up now, what now?

Fuck 'bout what you talkin' bout

That shit sound like us now

My shit sound like what now?

Prayin' that my exes don't ever get famous

Or flex on me with a rapper or an entertainer

Life in this business come with these different dangers

You rather lie, tell me tell me you still an angel

How you still an angel?

You be lyin', you just fuck some niggas on me and claim you see it from different angles

I see the danger

I find her crazy, shit, I know you as a good girl

Triple flow, trip returns turned stripper

Last night, call, hot sex off liquor

Trash bag full of every dollar at the bar

That you kneeling down to pick up for these niggas, throwin' it up

You hate it when niggas gettin' dirty with they ones

Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get them Louboutins though

Ain't the reason why you 'bout to get your rent paid

Tell them hoes throwin' shade, they should wear their best shades

She gon' make a thousand on a bad day

10 I was shippin', she don't ever take a half day

Told me dancin' was a path way

I did it to the fullest 'cause she hate to leave it half way

Hol' up, bust it

I can't trust it

Fuckin' with you got me goin' way up out the budget

Pour a shot up, this is for the last night

Last night, before I lost you to the fast life

Good girl gon' bad, you gon' do your thing

Anything to get the bag, go and do your thing

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag

Good girl gon' bad, you gon' do your thing

Ignore the fake shit, you gon' see it back

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag