FAB. (feat. Remy Ma)

Sweetie, I don't want your cookies

If you're looking for applause, keep lookin'

Your recipe's boring

Need a little more spice in my cookin'

Honey, you don't want my problems

If you had 'em, you would sink to the bottom

You should bring your life jacket

'Cause people like you can't handle this, no

Where were you when I needed you?

Tell me, where were you when I needed you?

Fake ass bitches

When they smile in your face, but behind you it ain't well wishes

When they eatin' all the food off your plate and they don't do dishes

When they words and they actions blur and they don't know different

No time for these fake ass bitches

You can go jump on the bandwagon

You yell money and your lame ass friends

Go ahead and jump on the bandwagon

Wit' your fake ass bitches

I've been down in the trenches

You should know it, but you don't pay attention

You wouldn't know real talk if it screamed out loud in your face now, miss

You got away with it

I believed you for a hot minute

Could'a used a friend for the moment

But you had to go ghost, leave me lonely

Where were you when I needed you?

Tell me, where were you when I needed you?

Fake ass bitches

When they smile in your face, but behind you it ain't well wishes

When they eatin' all the food off your plate and they don't do dishes

When they words and they actions blur and they don't know different

No time for these fake ass bitches

You can go jump on a bandwagon

You yell money and your lame ass friends

Go ahead and jump on they bandwagon

Wit' your fake ass bitches

You not my BFF, you not my bestie

You a fake ass bitch just like the rest

I was all the way down, you was all the way gone

Now you tryna come back 'cause I'm all the way dorn

I got both middle fingers all the way up

If a fraud broads, I don't give two fucks

If I say somethin', my move's a backie

You be running yo mouth and it don't match your actions

And I ain't throwin' shade, I'm just sayin'

Act like it's a buffet and eat off your own plate

'Cause it's not a compliment when I say you fab

You just a FAB wit' your fake ass, bitch

How 'bout a hand for the real one?

Put it down, had my back since day one

Never hear about them throwin' no shade, no

So if you one of us, stand up

Tired of the gossip, think you had enough?

Don't worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these

Fake ass bitches

When they smile in your face, but behind you it ain't well wishes

When they eatin' all the food off your plate and they don't do dishes

When they words and they actions blur and they don't know different

No time for these fake ass bitches

You can go jump on a bandwagon

You yell money and your lame ass friends

Go ahead and jump on the bandwagon

Wit' your fake ass bitches

Wit' your bitch ass

Wit' your bitch ass