B.B.W.W x Fake Show

Bought a new white Wraith

Last night, nearly crashed it

Spinnin' out on the highway, seven-twenty in the Aspen

Bad **** in the passenge', seen her whole life flashin'

Ray whippin' a McLaren right behind me, ****, spun right past him

Thank God I'm alive

Thank God, but I probably gotta spend a bank job on a ride

Back bubble white Wraith, cost 19K, uh

But that ain't nothin' to 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 hop club, everything just grace

Grammy-nominated on the first album, ****, see the face

Look at me

I know these **** is trippin', these **** is shook on me

Bust down, bust down, bust down, Raphael, look what you did to me

I need the money at last, I need the money advanced

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

Keep close, gotta keep **** by the G-code

Got three **** in the G4

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

I'm still ballin' like D. Rose, I'm still poppin' on Vevos

I'm still lookin' like, wait

Still sippin' on tea soles

My **** giant like fi-fo, if you need know

Money singin' in a C-note like, do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si-do

Did it for my **** back home

In a fiend house, sellin' **** trap phone in the **** home

Winter time, gettin' cold, had to go to Bramalea

Steal a jacket up, up outta Jack Jones

Rodgers had me gettin' mad at the phone bill

Switchin' to the black phone, yeah

I had to switch to a tellers

Ain't really **** you could tell us

All of y'all **** is jealous, ah

Runnin' through the check, money upset

All of these **** is mad at me

Ten chains, buy ten rings on a **** lookin' like he swagged at me

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

Cali girl throw it back at me in a back alley in a cat daddy, yeah

I say bust down, bust down

I throw **** at your ****

She gon' touchdown, touchdown

****, I'm up now, what now?

**** 'bout, what you suckin' 'bout

That **** sound like us now

My **** 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 a angel

How you still a angel?

You be lyin', you just **** on me

And claim you see it from different angles

I see the danger

I find that crazy ****, I know you as a good girl

Tipper flow, tripper turned stripper

Last night called her, had sex off liquor

Trash bag full of every dollar at the bar

That you kneelin' down to pick up for these ****, throwin' it up

You hate it when **** gettin' dirty with they ones though

They the reason why you 'bout to get them Louboutins though

They the reason why you 'bout to get your rent paid

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

She gon' make a thousand on a bad day

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

Saw me dancin', was a pathway

And did it to the fullest, 'cause she hate to leave it halfway

Hol' up, bust it, I can't trust it

**** with you got me goin' way up outta budget

Pour a shot up, this is for the last night

Last night, before I lost you to the fast life

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing (Thing)

Anything to get the bag, go on, do your thing (Thing)

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag (Bag)

If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag (Bag)

(She'd never do)

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing

(She don't know just what she doin')

Enjoy the fake show, you gon' do you thing

(She gon' do it for the bag)

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

(She gon' do it for the bag)

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