Fake

[Chorus]
Whole lotta drugs in my pocket
I'm not tryna think about it
I got large amounts, you cannot count it
In the mountains, I got fake accounts with fake accountants
Just to fake 'em out, I fake 'em out, yeah

[Verse 1]
Middle finger up to the fuckin' fuzz
I got thirty pounds in my fuckin' trunk (You know, you know)
I got twenty grand (You know, you know) in my front glove (That's true)
Never gave a damn 'bout that fake love or no bitch love
Like how the fuck do you think I survived?
I swear my life could be televised
Makin' it happen before your eyes
You hate when you're wrong, and I know I'm right (Yeah)
And you feelin' so ostracized
Talkin' like that, you could cost a life
Playin' with fire, you could start a riot
Never goin' back to a normal life (You know)
You feelin' some type of way, some type of way (You know)
Money on the line, it make you feel some type of way (You know)
You workin' for the man, you probably give your rights away (You know)
I'ma be my own boss, 'til I'm in a grave

[Chorus]
Whole lotta drugs in my pocket
I'm not tryna think about it
I got large amounts, you cannot count it
In the mountains, I got fake accounts with fake accountants
Just to fake 'em out, I fake 'em out, yeah

[Verse 2]
I got people callin' me on the daily
I know I got what you need, fuck you, pay me
I got flowers, I got trees, I got daisies
I can't really trust too many of you lately
We been textin' codes back and forth, back and forth
And I need to know what you need, what you want
I got plenty more, I could bring the shipment
If you really 'bout this business, we can hold it in the kitchen
You know what it's like to count a hundred grand
Dirty money, gonna have to wash your hands
Put it in the dryer like it's laundry, yeah
All this dirty money in my laundry, yeah

[Chorus]
Whole lotta drugs in my pocket
I'm not tryna think about it
I got large amounts, you cannot count it
In the mountains, I got fake accounts with fake accountants
Just to fake 'em out, I fake 'em out, yeah