FAKE RICH

[intro]

I be making pesos on my track keep it lit
Ye yea yea
Don't jump on no waves nigga
I ain't just doing shit
Whats good KR
Yea yea yea

[verse1]
I just want an i8 ride it like its zoom
I been making hundreds ill make a milli soon
I told you I'm a legend but they ain't got a clue
The hate will never stick to me a nigga I ain't glue
Niggas tried to call me soft I told them thats on you
Lebron and AD thats an ally oop
With a white girl and she darker then the moon
Call me what you need I be trapping out my room
516 we up next just like country
If I see you out in public please don't touch me
They be asking for my album tryna rush me
Please don't worry bout no haters get that money (christ talk to em)
Candy paint be so sweet just like honey
Hoe lets dance throwing the money I'm thumbing it back yeah yeah
Going fast in a rare going fast fast fast
Switching lanes put b-christ up on my chain yeah yeah
You a lame you be looking out for fame
Yes I run my city I won't fail
And I thank all them niggas who just put me on this trail
I got two twin uzis get to dancing
Got a cult fanbase just like Manson
You can get me on them trailer doing dances
Thumbing my racks in a cage all the baguettes in the phase
Young nigga just caught a case
I get hundreds count all day
Your kids stealing from the fun
Get the racks up out my face you ain't rich
Just because I'm humble don't mean I'm broke
Staring at my diamonds you thought it was soap
Might just buy myself a patek to keep at home
And I keep another figure keep it drawn
And I always keep my pistol keep it drawn
Why you smoking spliffs you can't even roll
Yeah yeah and you can't afford a beat but you buy rolls
Never talk about another niggas bro
Or they gonna find your body in the road
[outro]
Woah woah
Woah woah in a rover